Our alterity a vase rather than a field suggests we are selected for purpose, though that reason may more so benefit the other.

While this state may leave a soul moonstruck, it strikes away from these rays the comfort of moon’s halcyonic light as a rest’s door ajar.

Will joy of presence–or it’s appreciation–indoctrinate viewers with awareness that stems uprooted are not home and that such places are oft known for welcoming notes?

Sunny petals bloom open arms for gazes, leaving secret the silent yellowing for return to the comfort of belonging.

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