I walk by flowers of all colors and leaves of all shapes and sizes and I marvel at their beauty. I am amazed by the ways they grow and the varying shades they subtly create. Most days when I look deeply at a flower or plant or leaf I find myself seeking the imperfections. The spots. The insects holes. I get lost in them - not wanting to change them and instead wanting to understand what they mean and how they came to be.  At what point in it's growth did they came to be!  Did something create them or did they grow that way? The spots - the imperfections give them character. I think they may be my favorite part of looking at flowers. And then, I wonder what that says about me...


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