Remember the beautiful flowers that my boyfriend brought from his grandmother's garden some 10 days ago? They looked so fresh, painfully crisp and colorful, bursting with supple beauty and life -- this is what they look like now.
Looking at their dry cadavers, they seemed like a great warning in a tiny form: live now, for all comes to an end.
I heeded the warning and we eagerly went out into the sunny day to have some fun.
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