A flower…

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A flower sitting on my kitchen counter broke my heart. A wet field of grass broke my heart. The smell of almost-spring when I opened the window this morning broke my heart. The taste of rose petal jam reminding me of my childhood broke my heart. Your heart might be broken in other places than mine was, but I’m sure you have your own fractures…

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