purity disguised as a weed, yet I like it, because these flowers never wither, but comforts with awesome pictures once we learn to recognize the personal dreams in the eyes of other. Colors talk in case we want to listen. See flames of memory… for the dicovery of…oneself.
arthiker 
i like this one as well.
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that’s really beautiful!
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It’s only a weed if one doesn’t like it. I like this very much.Have a terrific day. 🙂
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Tomas, This is lovely. I like it, too. Why are some flowers weeds and other planed with care? Do we treat people the same way? Sometime, sadly, we do. Much thanks for sharing, my friend. Be well. Love, Helen
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