I saw the most beautiful bouquet of daffodils that I wanted to buy, but I didn't, simply because in my purse was a book of poems and my hair was in braids. Suddenly I would have been "over-the-top" sensitive girl and my life would have been a bad undergraduate play.
Another day, daffodils, when I'm in my Led Zeppelin shirt carrying a cheeseburger. Then I can afford a little softening.
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