This flower, for crying out loud, does not need a guardian, a map, or any particular reason to wave its colored capes and thrill us all. Even while bowing to the rain pelting down (over night, over day) this fire still figures in the distance - the promise of an hour's possibility. This wild and anonymous flower asks no questions, knowing already its single and solitary refrain: because, because, because...
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