At dawn after it rained, just before the sun kissed the wet ground, I lazily headed out to the garden to feel the cold weather and to touch the damp grass with my feet. These tiny purple flowers that crawled through the gate grills took my attention. The dewdrops on the little flowers were like tears on a sweet girl's rosy cheeks. As if those flowers were seeking security from the resilient iron grill, just like a little girl waiting for love and attention from a father.
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