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A Mind of Aestheticism

Flowers bloom unfolding soft hands and opening the beauty to the the eyes exhausted; when the mortals feel hunger, flowers feed them the essence; even when the mortals catch the rays, flowers feel its innocence. Flowers can be an interior mirror of face, heart and mind. We are flowers, and our beauty lies in smiling, sincerity and openness to the heart.

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