Once, in the throes of my childhood dreams, I stared at a daisy, ignoring its sun-reminescent center, seeing only its pale white petals and picked them with the delicacy lent to me by my youthful fingers and put them on my tongue, one by one. It tasted like the grass in the field, the sun-filled sky, and a white scent of nature. I rolled in the
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