#4

Oh, my!!! I'm never picking flowers again... But... But... Like, I'll pick a rose bud and it'll grow and I'll nurse it till it blooms good and proper and it'll live with me and I'll love it while it inspires me to love... And sure, eventually it will die... But its life will have inspired mine.

Life is energy, and when it dies after having been well taken care of, it might transfer its good energies to me... It's a cycle...

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