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Dandelions intrigue me.

There’s something so special about a flower that bears it’s seeds for all the world to see.  As if exposure isn’t enough, the wind, a child’s breath, or the rain can come and scatter the many seedlings where ever they may go.

So beautiful.  So fragile.  And so significant.

Known to the world as a weed.  But I prefer to call it a wild flower.

~Keep on Smiling!~