These clovers had been pressed since February. I picked them with the intent of sending them in a package to a close friend. I forgot about them.
Life happened.
I found them recently, and was overjoyed to find them but immediately felt the reality of my situation and understood that the person would never get them. I decided to keep them exactly as they were, but for displaying, so I carefully moved them from the book to the paper and laid on the plexi. That's it. I'll never forget my intention.