This one dried & fragile bloom was standing alone in the midst of a bit of tall prairie grass - bobbing and weaving with the wind - surrounded by other grasses and plants - but with no other blooms like it around. Typically, this type of plant is found in bunches with others like it, yet this one was alone. It was smaller than most of the others found further away. Its one petal, pointing downward, also called to me, so I went to it, and with care, plucked it gently from its isolation, brought it to a place with great light and color, and stuck it in the ground to devote much time on discovering and honoring more and more of its beauty within.
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