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Alright — imagine this
The flower had bloomed in a quiet corner of the old stone garden, where sunlight arrived late and left early. It wasn’t the grandest bloom in the garden, nor the brightest in color — just a single, soft-petaled blossom, pale pink with a golden heart. But every morning, a small breeze would pass by, and the flower would sway as if greeting the day.
One afternoon, a little girl found it. She crouched low, tucking her knees into the grass, and whispered to it as if it could hear. She came back the next day, and the next — bringing stories, secrets, and tiny treasures like pebbles shaped like hearts.
The flower never moved from its spot, but it learned the rhythm of her voice, the warmth of her smile. Seasons turned, petals fell, new ones grew. And though the garden changed, that corner remained a place of quiet companionship — a reminder that even the smallest beauty can hold someone’s whole world for a little while.
If you’d like, I could also make a beautiful flower picture to go with this scene so the story feels complete. Would you like me to do that?
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