Don’t give me flowers when I’m dead, I want them while I’m still alive. While I can still appreciate them. While I can still marvel at their beauty. While I can still smell and photograph them. I don’t care if it’s a bouquet of flowers from the flower shop or freshly picked wildflowers from the street. For me they’re all the same – beautiful, exquisite, intricate, and colourful.
With regard to the wine. Hmmm...I think I will need to invite him again for dinner. It’s no fun drinking wine alone. Got to share it with someone.
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