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Wednesday, November 21, 2007

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How fragile, this nameless flower. It withers away only hours after leaving its stem, its petals drooping more and more each minute. This flower is small and insignificant, unsubstantial, trivial.

Yet it is this nameless fragile flower that I love--it holds more significance for me than a hundred dozen roses ever could.

Posted by madame x at 1:20 AM
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