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Memories as rich as the redness of the flower; a flower so sweet and fragile, unique to one’s own eye.

“You are beautiful, but you are empty,” he went on. “One could not die for you. To be sure, an ordinary passer-by would think that my rose looked just like you — the rose that belongs to me. But in herself alone she is more important than all the hundreds of you other roses: because it she that I have watered; because it is she that I have put under the glass globe; because it is she that I have sheltered behind the screen; because it is for her that I have killed the caterpillars (except the two or three that we saved to become butterflies); because it is she that I have listened to, when she grumbled, or boasted, or even sometimes when she said nothing. Because she is my rose.”

It is true that it is only with the heart that one can see rightly; what is essential is invisible to the eye.

My heart faints within me. It grieves. But, in time, it will find the strength. Basking in the knowledge that I am His rose.

Quote lifted from The Little Prince by Antoine de Saint-Exupéry.

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