It can rain and it can storm but come the next morning the flower will still be standing tall. It may be disheveled but it stood resilient against what was thrown at it. Isn't it amazing how something we claim fragile can stand alone int the middle of a storm and still stand on its own after? Isn't it beautiful how it stands damaged as it is. Isn't it wonderful how something we find so delicate can be so strong.
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The Wondering Mind
Short StoryJust a little book of stuff I wrote like short stories and poems
