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| jane | i love the smell of chrysanthemums. and after it rained the other day, the pink blooms growing through the chainlinks next to my driveway exploded with fragrance. they are my birth_flower; i would like to get tattoos on my shoulders, reminding me that creation_destruction is effectively portrayed, the burden i carry, the understanding i seek, and to stop and smell them every now and then, after it rains. | 081110 |