***On my way to work, I took some pictures of a series of flowers... they are in the exact sequence in which I found them. To me, they tell a story. Here is that story***
Why do we always strive for the things we read about in books, or are told about in stories as a kid?
Are they things that we continually wish existed, but don't?
Are they things that are told about because they exist in fact?
Is there fact in the saying that "every joke grows from some truth"?
~~~*~*~***A story of a Flower***~*~*~~~
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