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I am finally seeing my flowers bloom.
Every morning, the sight of my flowering plants nourishes my soul. It is a form of a prayer for me. It reminds me all the time to thank God for these harmless living things that coexist with us.
These ordinary plants makes life extraordinary. Truly.
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