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Life can only be understood backwards

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You are not pancakes

Late at night, I think I can hear the stars scraping against the sky

Nothing but flowers

Garden corner 🌼

It is spring again, the earth is like a child that knows poems by heart

No winter lasts forever; no spring skips its turn

Flowers were meant to give love and be loved

Painted with spring

Getting lost is the only place worth going to

I sit by the window— the spring breeze fills my room with the smell of orange blossoms