We are all perfectly imperfect, just like this spent dandelion. This weed, disappearing on the tails of a late spring breeze, whispered to me its wish for everyone to be tender with each other’s hearts.
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More Than Everything 
beautiful photo and beautiful words. Isn’t there so much beauty in decay? Regards Mitza
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Thanks! I couldn’t agree more.
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