Observing creation: today even this is tinted with sadness for me. I look at the drying baby's breath from the little bouquet I made for my mother, and the purple ones gifted to me, And the brown shriveled pieces left of the picked with hand and heart wildflower bouquet for my grandmother, and all their dulling colors. I get so attached to these flowers and their colors, but they are temporary. God allows me to enjoy these colors in their time, and even to grow so attached. It's sad to think of letting go of even a single shoot I have grown accustomed to looking at. But while this shoot Mayweather away, this type of plant still exists. I only have to keep working at finding them to keep enjoying them, a different plant with the same soul.
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