Sunday, January 5, 2020

The beauty of the heart is like a precious flower planted as a fragile seed.  As it is carefully nurtured it slowly grows and blossoms into something more unique, genuine, and exquisite in nature.  It blooms into a rare symbol of individuality that defines and shapes the very essence of beauty and is an eternal light of hope and motivation that inspires and moves the soul to wonderful, amazing, and unbelievable new heights that cannot even be imagined.

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