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Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Tiny Things

 
 
Such tiny little things, these perfect white flowers. Their impact is a pinprick of hope and light.
 
But put them in a cluster, and the pinpricks become a bouquet.
 
 
Layer them on branches, and you have an arboreal garden.
 
 
 
 
Words are no different. A novel is a collection of words. A great novel is a lush garden.
 
 

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