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  • To wish upon a flower
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    "Emotions are fickle." She laughed. The flower in her hand slowly wilted. It's ashes being dragged by the wind - and yet, she could only stare at her hand, unmoving. The stared at her hand for a moment, hoping for something to move or to give itself some fragrance, yet nothing changes. Her hand remained the same - st...