Wednesday

January 5

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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