These blossoms dropped into this dark murky pond and and floated heavily one afternoon. Everything was saturated and slippery and vibrant with color. The oldest petals were trading their pure colors for deep shades of rich brown. The newest arrivals were white and light and barely touching the water. They will eventually all meet at the bottom, but only after their memory has become imprinted on my heart, a nourishment for the soul.
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