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Last published Sat, Jan 30, 2016
Have you ever seen a band of stars? Lights streaked across the sky, dangling high above. Some faded while others enchanted brightly. Shivering gently against the twilight where you can't reach.
Have you ever seen a swarm of fireflies? Their fluorescent glows scattered; lurking beneath the spread willow. And as much as you want to, you can never reach them.
Have you ever seen a wilted rose? Surrounded by it's fallen petals and musty scent. Life drained with only the desire for it still buried deep within. The light inside flickering softly. Everyone wants to reach out, but they can't, and never will.
No matter someone's intentions, they can't discover this flower, withered in the void. No matter a heart's determination, they can't touch this flower, lost in it's own distress.
They can't mend a strangled sapling when it's already dead...
Yet, can you renew it?
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