A Thriving Wither A thriving flower blooms in the booming sunlight and is relieved and quenched at the roots by refreshing water-- petals extended and stem at ten-hut-- I am that flower in the driest darkness when you are not here. I NEED your booming presence and refreshing words. I wither in your absence.
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