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What does the delicacy of a flower ask of us?
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Fragrance hearted progeny to summer. Does it make us kinder, gentler people to treasure them?
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Each, an elegace unlaced from winter branches.
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Sometimes I wish we could all exist this gently every day, to break beyond the exterior bark, open and comfortable with our own beauty; to let the unexpected in-- the rain or the exceptional bee mingling inward to collect the inner pollen, leaving some from across the field...even if only to wither, exhausted at the end of day (every day), ; to fall into sleep, to dream and again the next day, wake to open white and wide again. Available.
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Please visit post at Tumbleword's sister site.
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Peace to all who enter here.
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