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Oct 2013
We are all here for a reason.

That reason is unknown.



The flowers are my god.

They are there, no one can explain them. 

No one...

Flowers are my belief.


They get crushed, yet bounce back up.

They are calm, colorful, fragranced.



What is your God, your Belief?
Bambi
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