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The pretty flowers grew covering the
valley. Mary ran barefoot through the
meadow scooping up handfulls of flowers,
crushing them to her breast.
It was a golden moment.
"God," she cried from her soul. "Don't
let me forget this moment."
The flowers gave her a rash.
She never forgot it.