Budblossom   “My name is Budblossy” – she promises. Her downcast eyes – a strange amalgam of fire and water. “Budblossom then,” – I repeat. A sleepy kitchen fairy. “Beware of intruders, coming from the outer space” –  I would suddenly warn her – true, a bit unwarranted, as if out … המשך לקרוא מקור + תרגום – ( על סמדי)