Mai's Flower

 

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I thought about you being called Mai, though you were born right at the end of May and really you are early summer's child, not spring's, nevertheless, Lily you are, or Rose, though I chose other names for you, they are your protection, handed down through our generations in order that you can know who you are and feel the strength of those who bore you forth, but here is your true nature; the delicacy of the Lily's flowers, with the strength of her full glossy leaves and her connection to a strong rhizomatous root system. Sweetly perfumed, a delight for all who come across you, and so also, rose-like, your beauty refined, your passions running deep. Your life with those running seams of beauty emerging from that deep. 


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