Celebrations of conception and one’s who
carried out such difficult tasks blossom today, filling the air with a sweet
aroma of scented flowers. Each individual worships a goddess, but one truth is
forgotten; we all have one mother. We pick hairs off her delicate body which
gives us life, thinking that the beauty will continue to oxygenate our world.
Truth be told, beauty is relative, yet I believe we can all agree that the
natural outshines the artificial. Nevertheless, thankful is what I am, for an
opportunity to even comprehend such fragmented ideas.
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