As I entered the garden and looked up, I saw all those beautiful grapes that looked like a painting and a passage from a poem called ‘Grapes’ by D. H. Lawrence came to mind:

"There was another world...
...of which world, the vine was the invisible rose, before petals spread, before colour made its disturbance, before eyes saw too much."

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