My pottery of life


Oh, flower shop world, with me inside this wonderful domain of different smells, from
every kind all around the world, beautiful flowers nurtured together, just how wonderfully
good that must really feel while left inside this one flower shop world, smiling in the
morning and at night, cradled to those many pleasing smells while still under there good care,
pleasant dreams.

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How simple yet attached with a struggle towards one's individualism.