“When you hold a flower in your hand for a long time, 'till all its fragrance has gone, and you drop it because it no longer smells sweetly — you are not to blame — it is natural you should wish to have something fresh and fragrant, it is the flower's fault because it could not keep its scent long enough to please you.”
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