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| clouds reflected on glass |
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| hanging basket of flowers put up in summer. |
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| on the streets. |
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| school children queuing up for ice-cream |
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| a step to paradise. |
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| leading you there. |
"From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity."
— Edvard Munch 
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