I brought you in from the rain and put you in a safe place. In my heart I knew it wouldn't be long - your color would fade and your petals would wilt. With pencil and brush I set out to preserve the memory of that beauty. I got lost in the details as every surface curled and twisted into another. Every time I thought I had figured you out, I looked at my old marks and discovered how wrong I had been. You are gorgeous without even realizing it - and my silly lines and colors could never truly describe you. Yet I walk away with a precious truth: it was good to have known you and learned about you, even if the experience was fleeting.
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