Like a rosebud, life grows in predictable measures, it is ever expansive into every sense so the nature of its beauty goes unseen, in, 'normal' life
Once this marvel is noted, what then was an individuals reality begins to take new form, and does spread into its environment, causing the same response in those it reaches, until
The are petals are in the wind, at last, un known to each other again
Yet all the while, a new shoot was growing from a branches stem.
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