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Flowers.
They are very beautiful things, a wonderful invention of mother nature.
They can be seen everywhere, given anytime.
A child to their parent while in the park, a admirer to their Valentine, a grieving person to their lost one, a bride on their wedding day.
They don't have a mouth, but can speak many, many words.
🌸🌻🏵🌼🌹🌷🌺
Mark started to stir from his slumber, sitting up and letting out a yawn. It was 7 o clock, she usually got up at 6 o clock, but it was a day off, for both him and Wallter. They crawled out of bed, making sure not to wake his spouse, who was still sleeping peacefully, but Mark did give him a gentle kiss on the cheek, causing the grey figure to smile a little.
The mannequin made their way downstairs, to the kitchen and out the backdoor to the garden.