Once Upon a time in my countryside
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After having died, a few hydrangeas become natural dried flowers, and its form hardly collapse.
The hydrangea which was beautiful in high season, is now losing its color. In the dying hydrangea which became all in green, I found the beauty same as the hydrangea of the most beautiful time.
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– Henry Ford
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– Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi
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A horticulturist has the naming rights of his own new flowers. I think that he, if anything, is the romantic type.
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