My pot, adorned with shells and vibrant paint, A lovely haven where beauty doesn't faint. The bees and butterflies dance in delight, Together we bloom a radiant sight. But now, my roots are...
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I remember the first time I saw a dandelion. Caught between the cracks of the sidewalk, it swayed precariously in the lingering breeze, desperately trying to remain secured to its refuge. Thinking...
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