Waterlilies came more prominent in my older years, I began leaping from one to another, some I'd stay with a little while others' were just quick greetings. There are only two waterlilies that I have revisited, the first was an older waterlily, but it's beauty mesmerized me, I was obsessed with that sweet healthy plant, it took me through my years, at least until I met the second waterlily. Which by all means is a contrast compared to the first, it was wet and brave constantly ready for a new challenge, a new leaper. It's edges were rough, but I've been trying to stay away. A little hopper shouldn't dwell too long on a swell waterlily, one may eventually drowned...
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