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it could be the way magnolia petals separate from their intricate blossoms and fall heavy to the sun warmed earth, nudged free by a barely perceptible breeze, letting go and spiraling in their willingness, yielding to the slight urgency of gravity. still carrying with them a hint of their intoxicating fragrance in each of their buttery lengths, they rest on the soft grass forming a mosaic of vein-streaked purple and creamy white. it was that once they formed a perfect, breathtaking halo of perfumed color, spring's crowning achievement of science and art, and now they become something else entirely. perhaps their blanket of rest is what a rabbit finds inviting, closing its eyes in fearless slumber, translating dream into life.
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or the grass uses the petals as they decay to make new grass, or the magnolia tree itself uses it's own petals as food. plants are ingenious that way.
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the way his eyes raked over me when we made small talk as i ordered my coffee
part of me was hoping he would forget that kiss, part of me knows he didn't. the pleasantly shocked look on his face when i pulled away told me he wouldn't.
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what's it to you?
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