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Theology of the Flower

I was scattered into the soil by the hand of fate, before my roots settled deep. Blown from the garden of fertile grass and seeds who looked like me, yet into the callous winds I was carried, until I settled into a field of weeds, chaff, stone and dead leaves. Who am I? I am the petal reaching to the sky. I am the flower blooming where I am planted.

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