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The morning glory that I had grown from seed finally blossomed on a summer morning with a small popping sound.
The next day, the flowers wither, but one or two new flowers bloom and repeats throughout the summer.
The flow of life is very strong and beautiful.
The morning glory that I had grown from seed finally blossomed on a summer morning with a small popping sound.
The next day, the flowers wither, but one or two new flowers bloom and repeats throughout the summer.
The flow of life is very strong and beautiful.