Everyday, on my way to the breakfast table, I take this side walk. It is lined by flowers, long stalked flowers and delicate scents, bobbing gently in the virgin breeze. They stand there, in their innocent impermanence, replacing each other, day after day and every week of the season. Sometimes, I meet people on the sidewalk, I wave at them and in the radiance of these colours and scents I give them a smile.
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