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Good afternoon☀
On the side of the path, among the grass, small forget-me-not flowers turn blue, like a scattering of tiny blue stars.
Each flower, like a small beacon, beckons you to stop and admire this beauty. There is something special in their modest charm - they do not demand attention, do not reach for the sun, like other flowers, but modestly hide in the grass. And when a light breeze blows, forget-me-nots gently sway, as if greeting passers-by and reminding them of their delicate beauty.
These small flowers, like small blue eyes of nature, look at the world with such sincerity and purity that it is impossible to pass by without smiling back. 16 replies
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