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| Discovery by © billybird_nj Ye asked me the other day, about that certain flower. As to why ye should find it alone within the bower. Its vibrant color and hue was different from all the rest. Questions asked, answers given - now had set ye on a quest. That solitary bloom, the nicest of all the hues; yes, ye did love it dearly and admired its greenish-blues. Reaching down, ye plucked it up, while it was covered with dew. Wanting to keep it always - and forever freshly new. Ye found a fact that is true - it was much to thy surprise. If a thing, taken from its time and place, most surely dies. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |