November 23, 2008

  • This might be a metaphor

    “You knew that you were a flower.  So why?  Why shed your petals?  Why trade your leaves?  Aren’t they your only merit?  Why would you trade them all for the promise of a liar?”

    And the flower answered, “He promised to show me the sun.  I thought that if I saw the sun . . . I could change.”

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