Thursday, February 24, 2011
This little flower blooms in the deep, deep dark, on the side of a seamount.
No light ever reaches it. If this delicate flower can bloom in the deep and dark, so can I.
This little flower blooms in the deep, deep dark, on the side of a seamount.
No light ever reaches it. If this delicate flower can bloom in the deep and dark, so can I.
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Thank you for reminding me that I am not so lost as to be without possibility.
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