A cheer-upping cup at the bar may lift mood for a while, but a cheer-upping pot from florist will leave a lasting smile.

Nary a sunlit space is proper without some green to warm. Will souls reflect on own lives while watching plants grow to form?

Hands earn blebs here and there from tending to flora’s needs; their palms, meanwhile, always athirst, prefer amassing dewy beads.

Is the heart anthophilous or are the thumbs just green? As linguaphiles limn with words, botanical souls bright-bloom their scene. ; )

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