This morning I was reminded of a story-book given to me at the age of seven or eight years since my friend Didi.
a story told of how every time in the belly of a mother you build a life at that moment a cloud in Heaven was born on a flower.
I like to think that today a woman has discovered that it generated a little life and for a moment, only she has heard the sweet smell of bud that just popped!
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