My quandary repeats among aromas from hydrangea in labor (staging nightmares) —   
 
Once in labor we chose our birth parents; this is a profile of some.  
Yet it’s with Bonnard’s visuals of pleasure I’d be holding you for conniving to carpet silence. O Amerigo — 
Another wish never fulfilled, you and I round off contrasting demands of flimsy seriality and sequence, conquering death with choices and abundance.