A flower blossoms for its own joy. — Oscar Wilde
A flower blossoms for its own joy. — Oscar Wilde
A flower blossoms for its own joy. — Oscar Wilde
A flower blossoms for its own joy. — Oscar Wilde
A flower blossoms for its own joy. — Oscar Wilde
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A flower blossoms for its own joy.

— Oscar Wilde
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