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Beautiful thing that was shared with me and I don't know what to do with so I give it away.

I stood looking at the refridge and there was a picture hanging there of a flower, drawn crudely, a yellow flower in a vase. Something about it was almost childish and somehow immediate and painful. When I turned around that flower was in that vase sitting on the table, and the best part is that I'm almost certain it had not been the moment before.