Of the many tasks I should have been doing, staring at flowers was not one of them. The flower connected to a vine with thorns and leaves that move when touched. Even at my age, I still found myself touching the leave, watching them close, waiting for them to open, and then touching again. The flower looked more beautiful the closer I zoomed.
My eyes should have been looking everywhere but at the ground, but that's where they focused.
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