C270 A Bunch of Clowns!

At this moment, Ms. Herbert's gaze was locked onto the fourteen bold characters before her: "Fallen flowers blanket the earth in spring's waning light, fragrant grasses merge with the deepening twilight." Disbelief was etched across her face.

For reasons she couldn't quite fathom, the couplet, penned in the slender gold script, was the most robust and expansive she had ever encountered