That flower, whose beauty is long in the making, finds itself in the searching events of being. The taking away of the many adorns its informality, allowed in its own blossoming. If she stirs up the truth of life, the round dance of unfolding solidifies, driving her splendour into the light. Patiently giving, she leads the course of the spell, weaving around leaf after leaf. She experiences the simplicity of external action in the splendour of the great, in order to fade quietly in the small, shown the necessity of life's while.
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