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  • You can call them weeds but they are not weeds to me.

    Sure, I didn't plant them nor did I necessarily ask for them but even so, here they are in my yard.

    These wild flowers: unexpected, uninvited and yet so beautiful.

    I know eventually I must clear them from the gravel but until that is necessary, I am glad they are here.

    Photo by Paige Schwahn
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