I find that dried out and dead flowers are more beautiful than living ones. I have dried flowers all over my room that I have collected over the years. They are so delicate and fragile, that with one touch they can crumble in your hand. I suppose this could be like a person. One event or experience that happens in someone's life can cause them to crumble down to nothing. The difference is that if a person tries, they can be put back together. I'm trying.
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