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by ChristineCo

a bouquet

“Mommy,” she said, handing me the carefully arranged boquet, “there are some things I just don’t get.”

I took the boquet from her and put them in a jar with water.

“Like how people can call things like buttercups and dandelions and clover weeds, when they are just so beautiful.”

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