My dad made a valiant effort to splint it (involving a wood stake, string, and masking tape) but I noticed it was slowly dying from the ground up, and the buds were still closed. So a few days ago I plucked it and brought it inside. Couldn't hurt.
Voila! The moral of this story is that we are all just fragile lilies, trampled by the fluffy dog that is life.... I got nothing. Except that I saved the flower.
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. . . we are all just fragile lilies, trampled by the fluffy dog that is life....
immobilized by the wood stake of addiction . . .
tangled in the string of deception . . .
bound by the masking tape of jealousy. . .
HA HA, I like it. This could be one of those progressive stories things that we had to do in english class.
Can't believe the fluffy dog is taking a hit.
You're hilarious E. I look forward to more of your musings :-)
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