Medika Monaro: The Bittersweet Dadirri

From the antipodes comes the gift of guwiira — scarlet blooms with baby’s breath, a treasured felicitation to be sure. Posterity has the conferral committed to a planar preservation — a technical tome to hold the token bound, this poignant souvenir of Optigrids-era captivations from afar.
  Micro-aeons and macro-seconds elapse along with fading fervency, leaving to question the verity of a heart’s own fleeting eye.
  Passing time again finds the pages spread and that floral fairing extruding back into its axonometric constitution. And the heart’s self-doubt scales out every petal to a diffident topography of barren high plains ruddy with furrows of drear.
  Will every future affection garner the same qualms, no matter how compelling the pathos pleads in that very moment?