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flowers


When I began to notice flowers

I knew I was growing

When I began to look at flowers

I knew I was growing

When I began to smell flowers

I knew I was growing

When I began to gawk in awe at the beauty of flowers

I knew I was growing

When I began to do the same with everything in my life

I knew I was growing

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