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Post by Alora on Oct 15, 2008 8:42:08 GMT -8
Alora strolled the garden, taking in all the scents of the primroses and carnations surrounding her. The flowers were in full bloom now, looking as if any day from now their petals would fall off. Alora saw one yellow rose with splashes of pink on it standing out, and she looked at it. She pulled it close to her face without picking it off, so she could observe all the small veins inside each petal that let the water flow through it. It was what made it living, what kept it alive. She wondered then if Flowers had souls...
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