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Garland


I WAS MAKING A GARLAND THAT WAS LOOKING LIKE A WHITE BAND THE FLOWER WAS VERY WHITE EVEN THAT WOULD MAKE THE NIGHT INTO BRIGHT THE FLOWERS ATTRACT US AT IT'S FIRST SIGHT WE DON'T NEED ANY ELECTRICITY FOR THIS NATURAL LIGHT IT WAS Like A SNOW COVERED BALL STANDING ON A FEEBLE POLE IF I HOLD IT TIGHTLY,IT WILL BE DAMAGED IF I TIE IT LOOSELY,IT WOULD FALL ON THE GROUND AT BOTH THE EXTREMES DEATH IS WAITING BUT STILL THE FLOWERS ARE SMILING WHICH INSPIRED ME NOT TO PLUCK ANY MORE FLOWERS FROM THE PLANT
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