I like this photo more than any other, because these flowers weren’t created by my fantasy, but gifted to me. This shot represents not my own creativity, but the love that feeds us in a literal sense of a word. The flowers you see in the picture say no to the loneliness, bear witness to freedom from any worry for being. That miracle was experienced by me at my birthday party.
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