Pretty flowers growing from nasty mess. Fuel for beauty.

Some of the prettiest flowers spring forth from the soils of the nastiest mess.

Imagine it.  All those pains and heartaches, hatred, guiles, sharp words.  All precipitate in us learning from our mistakes and being fueled ahead to even better things.



 

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