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Dandelions

or if you ask me how the dancing dandelion in the valley survives the summer jive I'm sorry, I'm no seasoned for that I never seen it in to 'to as I was from the countryside where the flower doesn't grow but they say its really beautiful more than the water-colored dandelions in the postcard for realness is depth in everything again, how will I know? I'm a thousand miles from where the flower grows then just as I remembered the term, "Aesthetic relativism", I rested my own silly altercation.

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