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A flower is a daisy chain, a graduation, a valentine a flower is New Year's Eve and an orchid in your hair a flower is a single geranium blooming in a tin can on a murky city fire-escape an acre of roses at the Botanical Gardens and the first gold crocus of spring! ... a flower is a birth, a wedding, a leaving of this life.

Jean Hersey

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