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Maybe we want to be like the flowers pressed in books, specifically chosen out of all the little beautiful flowers the petals die and fall and disconnect from their world. And while they are broken, dying and slowly withering away someone finds potential of it becoming beautiful. They take the time and gentleness to pick it up without breaking it even more and preserving it forever.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
Pressed Flowers
Maybe we want to be like the flowers pressed in books, specifically chosen out of all the little beautiful flowers the petals die and fall and disconnect from their world. And while they are broken, dying and slowly withering away someone finds potential of it becoming beautiful. They take the time and gentleness to pick it up without breaking it even more and preserving it forever.
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 7:43 PM UTC
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