A pitiful flower has bloomed and sees it's likeness in a neat little pot without thinking it rushes to join. It abandons the rocky terrain where it was a lonely flower among piles of rock. At first it is so happy to be with other flowers that it fails to notice the climate or soil, but upon so doing is so extremely happy and thrives and as it grows it realizes that it was far less than it's potential and realizes that given a chance to bloom in such conditions things would have been so different. The flower actually has only basic similarities with the much weaker blooms and it longs stupidly to go back to its. Accustomed environment.
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