I think I am a plant.

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About a year ago, I was in a similar situation to now, I was waiting for winter to break and for spring to shower us with warmth and sunshine -it was then that I had a strange thought.

I think I am a plant.

In particular, a flower. I feel better with sunlight. I open up. I am happy. Don't you think that flowers are happy? I thought I was mental. Why wouldn't I? Until my motherist gave me a copy of this book. A book. About a girl, who discovers she is a flower. Well, a fairy flower, but a flower none the less. It's weird, I know.

I haven't thought about this book, or myself being a (maybe) flower. Until today. Sunday. I opened the blind early this morning to discover this:

At first I was confused, it's been so long since I've seen it. But then, I felt happy. And my flower theory returned as my face was drawn upwards in to it's warmth.

It has been a long winter people. A rude, offensive and mean winter. But this here is a glimpse that it's almost over and we can start living again! 

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