Stopping to smell the plastic subway flowers.
Stopping to smell real flowers that looked like wild little flames. I want my garden aflame with these!
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After sleeping in for a very reasonable amount of time, and after a fine breakfast of seafoam pancakes and coffee, you venture out with the sun on your back and a great many ideas in your pocket. Each moment of the day unfurls like a pearl of tea, like a bright white spring bloom or a well timed umbrella, until the night comes and slumber creeps politely, and you look up to the sky and see that All Your Stars Are Out.
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Those plastic flowers look so lonely!
But yes, a garden full of the real ones would be grand - if only I didn't have a tendency to (unintentionally) kill plants and flowers. No green thumb for me.
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