Midst the bosom of an exuberant field nestles a lonesome dainty dandelion. I was here so many times before but I didn't see its existence like today. Despite the blossoming azalea flowers behind it, it never fails to exude an ethereal captivating beauty ~ reminding me how fleeting moments are ~ no matter how good, they wont last! I kneel down to feel the magic of its spell and touch its skinny stem instead lest I might pluck the fragile petals. I close my eyes in reverie, but before I could make a wish~
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