Hydrangea
- The Starving Artist
- Jan 14, 2019
- 1 min read

The beings in which resided inside us were full of life. Flowers bloomed outwards, surfacing out into the modern world. Each flower was different among the people, all representing the host. The flowers can protrude in different areas such as the heart, one of the eyes, as a beauty mark, within the ears and so forth. It was a marvel to see such a beautiful sight while walking the paved pathways. Someday I’ll be just like them, my grandfather told me. Some people are late bloomers that take a while to develop these flowery traits. I was one of them, so was my mother. But as the days go by, all the children, teens and adults all have had their own personalized flowers blooming outward. Then there was me...with a name of a flower that lacks the one that represented herself.
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