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| Deal me in whenever there is a subject that allows all the senses to experience it. A Magnolia is one of those subjects that hold surprise ingredients for all our senses. They have a strong, sensual flavor about them that is all their own; touch the eggshell texture of a petal; smell the scent of creamy sweetness; the stamen, hear them fall intensely into the cupped petals as if they were gold trinkets; see the crimson fruit, pods the color of lipstick, how boldly they burst open to release their seeds. Great red pods crunch under foot as you take shelter beneath the porch of the Magnolia's great limbs. Reveled through our senses, a magnolia tree, with its blossoms like soft dollops of sea foam and its glossy, dark-green leaves reflecting the sky, bears an air of detachment and empathy at the same time. | ||||