It is right there all the time, we just don’t see it.
The more obvious and mundane it seems, the more likely are we to barely give it a glance before looking at something more shiny.
Hurry, hurry, hurry, the way of life at present, seldom leaves us the luxury to slow down and really look.
Let us take a moment now and delve into what is mysteriously, miraculously, mystical.
Could this be the gateway, the portal, the passageway, the corridor to another place, a fine and wonderful place?
Perhaps it is where the fairies live?
Like Indiana Jones, we wait for the rays of the rising sun to beam from behind the petals, illuminating the pure center of light.
If only we could shrink ourselves to fairy size and dive in…
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