Where do those enduring longanimity find their strength as they trudge through muddiness?

From that watered soil emerge bulbs’ blooms, wearing rose-coloured petals of view.

Surviving on gorp costs less than steak. Even pulvillio fancies presence of floral essence. Pain’s yang plus time turns into win’s yin.

Alas, for every ambuscado that brings yet another trial, there exists the possibility of relief—when an unaware moment is ambushed, instead, with a tulip bouquet that comforts, “It will be okay.” : )

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