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a flower

by Billie_Marie

The point of a flower is not to pick it and arrange it like so. The point of a flower is only to witness it grow and then die and grown once again to Be U Ti Ful
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49 / F / Yuma, AZ
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Billie_Marie
49 / F / Yuma, AZ
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May 8, 2020
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