One day I saw a beautiful pink rose. It was just about to blossom, and I thought to my self, wouldnt it be nice to have a rose everyday? I knew I didnt need one, but i wanted one. That night there was a beautiful sunset, but it was mysterious too. Like it held many secrets. The next day I woke up to a bouque of flowers on my bed, they were the most beautiful flowers I've ever seen. I walked to my window and the sight was magical the ocaen didnt have a wave in it. That night i was taking a walk down a bridge with a breath taking river below. I relized that I didnt want flowers every day of my life, because the magic of them is how you get them and where. Not just because you simply want them. So the next day and every day after i gave my flowers to people on the street, making there day extra special, and beautiful!
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