Near the Conservatory, I ride my bicycle by this everyday. How do I forget to stop? How can I not remember my favorite flowers? And how on the good earth does nature weave magic into such a tiny little thing as a pointy petal? Please. Tell me, Dahlia.
When I grow up, I want to look like this^...always peachy!
This flower will make you faint. Bugs make love here.
Why oh why are you so beautiful, flower?
I would hug myself too if I looked like this.
Though it's not often enough, whenever I leave here, I feel like things will be right and managable. Nature has a way of doing that.
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