All-things mini are cute.
And there’s this leering temptation to seek refuge within the delicate folds of these flora.
Perhaps, like them, we become adorable – simply by being tiny.
Love, adoration, and fascination in a capsule of property
– that attribute of indefinable smallness.
The term, cute, plays it well.
One is reduced by size.
Is it the same with value?
Does it mean falling off from your hierarchical post?
Who cares? I’m mini. I’m cute.