Two Souls: Into the Fire # 77

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 77

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The motel cat turned his ears toward Ghost and mewed.

“Are ya hungry?” Ghost asked, as he felt around in his jacket pocket, finding some leftover pieces of beef jerky. He tore off a small bit and tossed it to the cat, which ate it and looked for more. Ghost kept tossing bits closer and closer, and the cat followed. Finally he just held a piece in his hand, and the cat jumped up in Ghost’s lap, eating the offered piece.

Ghost stroked the soft, black and white fur, feeling the cat purring under his hand. He bent his head down close, to feel the softness brush against his cheek, his own hair falling down onto the cat, mingling within the fur. Steve opened the door, just then, and seeing Ghost and the cat, his heart skipped a beat at how tender Ghost was with the little creature.

He smiled, not wanting to interrupt this sweet communion. Ghost had his head laying on the cat, his eyes closed, and was humming to it. It looked like Ghost was actually falling asleep, using the cat as a soft pillow. The cat didn’t mind at all; she was kneading Ghost’s jeans. Steve quietly walked over – he thought Ghost was going to fall off the car…he kept nodding and jerking awake, as he swayed back and forth.

He stroked Ghost’s head with one hand, and the cat with the other. Ghost, half-asleep, by this point, muttered, “Hey, Steve…I found a cat. Can I keep it?”

“Come to bed, Ghost, the cat lives here. He wouldn’t like a long car trip,” Steve said, hoping Ghost would understand.

“Ok, but I want a cat when we get home.” He set the cat down, and let Steve lead him back to the motel room. As he lay down on the bed, Steve told him he was going to go find something to eat for breakfast. “I’ll be back, soon…you sleep.” He knew Ghost had probably been up all night, and it was getting weird. Their one awake, and one asleep thing wasn’t working very good. They needed to get on the same page.

He woke Ghost, when he returned with the food, telling Ghost he had to try to stay awake all day, and why. He said he’d poke Ghost every time he saw him falling asleep. They had another few hours to drive until they got to the cave, in Kentucky. As they continued down the road, Ghost did pretty good – Steve only had to poke him awake a couple of times. They stopped a couple of times, for gas, food, and a small graveyard on the side of the road. At the border of Tennessee and Kentucky, they stopped to take a picture by the sign.

“Hey, we’ve been in three states, now…North Carolina, Tennessee, and now Kentucky, since we started out,” said Steve.

“Yeah, and now we get to go in a cave. How much longer do we have to drive?”

“Not too much longer. I’ve already seen signs saying the cave is straight ahead,” said Steve.

They drove a bit longer, then coming to the visitor’s center, they joined a guided tour of the cave. Neither had been in an actual big cave, before, just little ones back at home, so they were amazed at this huge one. They didn’t allow picture taking, which bummed Ghost out, but he’d brought his notebook, so he could write notes, and draw a few sketches of what they were seeing. It was pretty dark in there, with only a few lights along the path, and to spotlight the formations. Later, Steve was impressed by Ghost’s drawings, and writing, done mostly in the dark, and still were pretty accurate.

“Ya want a souvenir?” Steve asked, as they looked around the gift shop. Ghost picked out a small geode, pink and purple inside, and figured it would go good with the large pink quartz crystal they had at their house in Missing Mile. It would sit on the hall table just fine, Ghost thought…the crystal could have a geode friend. They also got a few postcards to send back to Kinsey, Terry, and R.J.

Leaving the shop, they sat at a small cement table and wrote on the postcards. There was a mailbox here in the gift shop to mail them from. Steve’s said…’still traveling – saw this cave – call ya later’. Ghost’s was a bit more elaborate. He wrote so many words it filled up the entire card, and continued it on another one. He never got tired of writing, and the more words the better. He signed the cards with his usual amorphous, swirly signature, and lots of xoxoxox.

“Okay, I’m done,” he said. They dropped the cards in the box, and headed for the car. Talking over where they should go next, Ghost wanted to find someplace to get a gig. He needed to sing for an audience. It had been quite a while since the last time. This would involve scouting around the upcoming towns for likely places.

“Ya know, Ghost, we’re kinda far from any big cities, and these smaller ones don’t really have much that looks like a place we can play at. I still think we should fly out west, and work our way back,” Steve said.

“But, I don’t want to go on a plane,” Ghost reminded Steve.

“It’d be faster, and don’t ya want to see the Pacific Ocean?”

“I already seen it, and I like our ocean better.”

“I thought you wanted to see the desert, and famous places?” Steve asked.

“Well, I do, but not all at once. I wanted to see old graveyards, not tourist places. Maybe someday we can go see a desert…when I’m not scared to fly.”

“Okay then, let’s head back east and see some more graveyards,” Steve said, and sighed. “I’m sure the little towns will have some, but what about singing? Where will we do that?”

“I don’t know, we’ll find out when we get there.”

So that was settled, and Steve drove down the road toward the south east, using the large highways, in order to travel faster. If he was honest with himself, though, he was so tired of driving, he wished they were home already.

Coming into a good sized town, they stopped, when they noticed a coffee shop. It looked like most others, and it had a small stage area. Asking the barista about playing, they were told it was an open mic night the next night, anything they wanted to do. She’d add them to the roster. They decided to do it, and went to find a place to stay. That wasn’t as easy. The only motel in town was full, it being the tourist season. People took advantage of the town’s amenities, on their way up and down the highway.

So, they went to the edge of town, to check on camping areas. No luck there either…any open area was posted with signs, no trespassing, no camping, no loitering.

“Guess we’ll just have to sleep in the car tonight,” Steve said.

“Well, let’s at least find a graveyard and take some pictures,” Ghost said.

They stopped in at a small mom and pop store, to ask. They were told of an old cemetery on the other side of town. “Been there for many years; not used anymore,” the clerk told them. They were also told of a boarding house that maybe had a room to rent for the night. So, they went over there, and did secure an available room, before heading out to find the cemetery.

It was another small one, but had some interesting headstones scattered about. Ghost wandered among them, taking pictures, and listening. Steve wrote down information in the notebook. Ghost seemed troubled, though, when he rejoined Steve.

“What’s up? Did you hear anything this time?” Steve asked.

“Yeah, but I don’t know how to explain it. The spirits were not happy…they were all hollering.”

Steve looked around – he couldn’t hear anyone. “What did they say?”

Ghost shrugged, “They want out.”

“Out?” Steve asked. “Out of their graves?” He was already spooked. He felt like creepy crawlies were on him and he shuddered. “Well, they just better stay covered up, is all I gotta say.”

“But, they’re not…at least their souls aren’t. They’re right out there on top, wafting around. They’re connected to their own graves, can’t go anywhere, but they want to,” Ghost explained.

“And, you can see this?” Steve was looking hard at the area.

“Yeah, sure…I wish you could see it, Steve, they’re all shimmery…and…”

“I’m outta here,” Steve said, as he headed for the car. “Come on, before they grab us.”

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Next part coming soon!

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© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Flower of the Day – Chrysanthemums

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Flower of the Day – Chrysanthemums

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Lots of spiky petals on these light pinkish purple mums. The closest name I could find on these were either a Quilled or Spider mum.

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2 in 1 – Unfinished

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2 in 1 – Unfinished

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Here’s a poem I wrote back in 2015. I was trying something different by having the couplets divided by words opposite of what the main poem was saying.

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Quietly, quietly drift the clouds

Far above Earth’s rowdy crowds

THUNDER

Parading stately across the sky

Painting paradise in our eye

CRASHES

Take a moment to gaze above

Fill your senses with peace and love

LIGHTNING

Imagine floating without a care

Our mortal souls are free up there

FLASHES

Beauty does our eyes behold

Orange, pink, and nature’s gold

WIND

Sunrise, sunset, and in between

Starry nights, a moonlit gleam

GNASHES

Dream along, embracing peace

Praying for all war to cease

ANGER

Pure air inhale, life’s true incense

Live and love your truth…intense…

LASHES

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Share Your World

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Share Your World

https://pensitivity101.wordpress.com/2022/12/05/share-your-world-5th-december/

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1. Do you have a favourite outfit you like to wear?

Sure – my pajamas! They are comfortable, and I wear them all the time, unless I go somewhere. Then I have a certain outfit, which is black stretchy pants, and a black & white top.

2. What is the worst thing you were forced to wear as a child (school uniforms aside) ?

Big, clunky, brown, lace up oxford shoes. I hated them. They were supposed to be good for my feet, as my ankles turned in. They also had to have metal arch supports inside the shoes. I hated those too. I had to wear socks … I hate socks even today. All my friends had cute little sandals, and patent leather shoes, girly shoes, etc. All I had were those hated clunkers!

3. Do you have a sweet tooth, and if so, are you a chewer, cruncher, or sucker?

Yes, all the above kinds. I love sweets, but sadly can’t have them any more. I do cheat once in awhile with a tiny bite of something sweet. It’s hard to see other people enjoying sweets, and I can’t have them. Sugar free ones are just not the same.

4. Do you think you could eat your weight in chocolate?

I don’t think so even though I love chocolate. See above … can’t have it anyway.

 

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Flower of the Day – Sunny Monday

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Flower of the Day – Sunny Monday

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A large bouquet done in oranges and yellows, include sunflower, mums, a lily, and a rose.

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 76

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Two Souls: Into the Fire # 76

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As they explored the abandoned graveyard, Steve wrote the time and date in the notebook, then the names and dates engraved there on the gravestones, and what years were listed. Then looking around, he wondered where Ghost had gone. Letting his eyes become adjusted to the shady cemetery, he could just barely make out Ghost, over on the far side. He watched a few minutes, fascinated by how Ghost went about talking to the spirits. Ghost would go up to a headstone, and run his hands over it. Making the sign of the cross on himself, he’d close his eyes and just listen. At least he guessed Ghost was listening…he could see Ghost’s lips saying something…talking to the long dead ghosts, maybe.

He’d do this at each grave marker he came to. He was sure Ghost would tell him what he heard, so he quietly walked over to Ghost, taking the camera from him. “This needs to be recorded, too,” Steve thought…the invisible bond between the living and the dead, seemed like a sacred moment. Only Ghost could look so peaceful in among the relics of another age.

Not for the first time, Steve had the feeling that Ghost was not real, not really of this world, but of some strange and beautiful neverland far away, and was just waiting for the day he could go back to his real home…maybe in the blue sky that matched his eyes. Steve was getting misty eyed, himself, at this…and way too philosophical, he realized. Shaking his head, he went back to the car and opened a soda. He got out his guitar and began strumming a tune to cheer himself up.

Ghost came back from his sojourn with the spooks, joining Steve in a song or two. It was truly relaxing being out here, just the two of them, in the hushed graveyard.

“I think I got some good pictures,” Ghost said, as he grabbed a soda and took a long drink. “And, I’m not scared of this place. I guess I feel more right, now…like me again.”

“That’s great, Ghost. I’m glad you’re you again,” Steve said, and smiled.

Sometimes their conversations were pretty weird…no one else would get it.

“You want to go check out the next town, or just go some other direction from here?” Steve asked.

“I wish we could just skip over to a completely different place. This is ok, but it’s kinda the same things we been seeing around here…trees and mountains,” Ghost said. “I mean, driving is fun for awhile, but it takes so long, ya know.”

“Yeah, I know, especially when you sleep through most of it like ‘you’ do,” Steve teased.

“Hummph,” Ghost snorted. “I can’t help it if riding around puts me to sleep. You know it does.”

“Well, you want to go get on a plane and fly somewhere? We could totally do that now…leave the car here, and rent one somewhere else…then pick up this one on our way back,” Steve suggested.

Ghost was already shaking his head, no.

“Why not?”

“Just ’cause.”

“People do it every day…nothing to it,” Steve kept on.

“Yeah, but I think I have a bad feeling about it,” Ghost said. “You know how I get these premonitions, don’t ‘cha, Steve…well, I’m getting one now, and it says not to.”

Steve shook his head, “Okay, fine, we’ll just take the long scenic drive, then.”

“Good,” Ghost agreed. “Hey, aren’t there supposed to be some creepy caves here, or is that somewhere else?”

“Let me get the map. I’ve heard of some, somewhere,” Steve said, rummaging through the car. “Yeah, here’s some…over in Kentucky…Mammoth Cave…that’s the one I heard about. But, man…it’d take us probably a day or so to get there.”

“Ok, let’s go, then. We’re just driving around, anyway…might as well go toward something, huh?” Ghost said. He slid off the hood of the car, and opened the door.

“Right now?” Steve looked confused.

“Yeah, why not?”

“Ok, then,” Steve said, taking a marker and plotting their route on the map. “I think we should try for Nashville, and stay there for awhile, get a motel, get some real rest, and then head on up to that cave.”

“Yeah, let’s go, Steve,” Ghost said, hopping in the back seat.

Steve drove down the road, and five minutes later he noticed Ghost was out like a light…sound asleep.  “Thanks for keeping me company, Ghost…on our long drive.” He continued driving, stopping twice to get gas and more snack food. Ghost slept through both stops…and on through the first part of the night.

Steve finally saw the lights of Nashville, ahead, and he’d had enough driving. The first motel he saw, he pulled in. His hands were vibrating from clutching the steering wheel so long. He was exhausted, and could hardly keep his eyes open. Ghost was coming awake, squinching his eyes up at the bright, neon sign.

“I’m gonna get us a room…stay here,” Steve told Ghost.

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When he got back with the key, he pulled around in the parking lot by their room. They grabbed a few things from the back of the car, and went inside. It wasn’t fancy, but the bed looked inviting, and the shower even more so. There was even a TV in the room, and a small, automatic coffee pot for their use.

“Go ahead, you first,” Ghost said to Steve, about the shower. He was sprawled out on the bed flipping channels on the TV. So, Steve took his time getting cleaned up, the hot water soothing his tense muscles.

“Your turn…maybe there’s some hot water left,” Steve said, when he came out. He fluffed a couple of pillows, then lay on the bed. He watched TV, as Ghost showered and sang. When Ghost was done, Steve had gone to sleep, but now Ghost was wide awake.

He prowled around the room, ate some snacks, watched more TV, wrote in his journal…then he was bored. He tried to feel if anything weird was left behind in the room…any leftover essences of other travelers, but nothing specific came to him. He opened the door, looking out at the quiet parking lot, the only sound coming from distant cars going by on the highway.

He made a pot of the free coffee, drank it all, and still was not sleepy. “Bored, bored, bored,” he sang to himself, making up words, as he went along. This gave him the giggles…how absurd this was…strange town, strange motel, and bored to death. He thought that was a cool word – absurd – so he wrote it in his notebook…a few times…more than a few times, trying out different writing styles and colors of marker, making a design of it on the page.

“Can’t let my drawing talent get rusty,” he thought, and that got him laughing, even more…and trying to be quiet was hard, the more he tried, the more it made him crack up.

“Shut up over there! Ya done woke me up,” Steve shouted.

“Shit, now what can I do?” Ghost asked himself. He picked through Steve’s bag, finding a couple of paperbacks. Thinking he’d read awhile, he flipped through them both, but the books looked dull and…boring. By then it was beginning to get light outside, as the morning sun rose in the sky.

Steve was still asleep, so Ghost went out to the car and sat on the hood. He’d greet the sunrise. There were so many tall buildings, though, it took awhile to actually see the sun come up above them. Meanwhile, other people were waking up and preparing to leave, carrying suitcases and such to their cars. Ghost kept sitting there, watching the passing parade of people. They all glanced at Ghost, sitting on the car, and some said hello. Ghost said ‘hey’ back to them.

More than a few wondered why the long-haired, hippie boy was sitting on a car. He didn’t look like he belonged in this country music capital, at all. They figured he was just passing through, same as they were.

Ghost went and peeked in the door to their room. Steve was still asleep. Sighing, he went back to the car, and looked inside. It was pretty messy, so he gathered up the trash they’d thrown on the floorboards…empty soda and beer cans, fast food wrappers, and threw them in a nearby trash can. He emptied the cooler of melted ice water, and gathered up some dirty clothes into a pile. It looked better, and he felt like he’d done something useful. Then, he sat on the car again, wrote in his notebook, and waited for Steve to wake up.

A sudden motion caught his eye, over on the sidewalk. It was a stray cat. The cat looked back at him, which made him smile. “Hey, kitty, what’cha doing?” he asked.

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Next part coming soon!

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Thanks for visiting! Peace ☮️

© 2020 BS

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This is a work of “fan fiction” based on the novel, “Lost Souls” by Poppy Z. Brite. All credit for the original characters, places, and some backstory mentions, belong to Ms. Brite and her publishing affiliates. Only newly introduced characters, places, and original elements of this story are entirely from my imagination. Character descriptions are a blend of the original book descriptions and my interpretation of them.

All songs included in this work will be solely owned by the original performers/writers and will be credited. Creative license is taken in including them in this story.

No harm is intended toward author, musicians, or people and situations to whom there may be a resemblance.

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The content herein is rated by me as being at the high end of MA (Mature Audience). It includes strong language, violence, sexual themes, including same sex pairings, religious themes, and fantasy horror.

Pumped Up Kicks – Song Lyric Sunday – Indie Tunes

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Pumped Up Kicks – Song Lyric Sunday – Indie Tunes

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Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting this musical challenge each week.

To join in today’s challenge, and also see other entries just click this link below:

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2022/12/03/independent-music/

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Foster the People is a Los Angeles indie rock band that started off as a solo project for vocalist, guitarist and keyboardist Mark Foster, who had been working as a jingle composer for commercials. As his songs became more grandiose, Foster enlisted bassist Cubbie Fink and drummer Mark Pontius. This is the band’s debut single. (from Songfacts)

I first heard this song while on a long road trip in the car. It has a good beat, and interesting catch phrase hook. I had no idea what the rest of the song was about until much later on. Still it’s a good song, though sounds horrifying because of the violence that happens all too often these days.

Here are some Wiki statements from the writer of the song, Mark Foster …

The lyrics to “Pumped Up Kicks” are written from the perspective of a troubled and delusional youth with homicidal thoughts.[8] The lines in the chorus warn potential victims to “outrun my gun” and that they “better run, better run, faster than my bullet.” Foster said in a statement to CNN Entertainment, “I wrote ‘Pumped Up Kicks’ when I began to read about the growing trend in teenage mental illness. I wanted to understand the psychology behind it because it was foreign to me. It was terrifying how mental illness among youth had skyrocketed in the last decade. I was scared to see where the pattern was headed if we didn’t start changing the way we were bringing up the next generation.”[11] In writing the song, Foster wanted to “get inside the head of an isolated, psychotic kid”[8] and “bring awareness” to the issue of gun violence among youth, which he feels is an epidemic perpetuated by “lack of family, lack of love, and isolation.”

The Wiki article explains the song and how it came about. Interesting!

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pumped_Up_Kicks

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“Pumped Up Kicks”, by Foster The People, can be found on their 2010 album, “Torches”. It was written by Mark Foster and is on the Columbia – Startime labels.

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Here is a short explanation of this song.

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Robert’s got a quick handHe’ll look around the room, but won’t tell you his planHe’s got a rolled cigaretteHanging out his mouth, he’s a cowboy kid, yeah
He found a six-shooter gunIn his dad’s closet, and with a box of fun thingsI don’t even know whatBut he’s coming for you, yeah, he’s coming for you
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
Daddy works a long dayHe’d be coming home late, yeah, he’s coming home lateAnd he’s bringing me a surprise‘Cause dinner’s in the kitchen, and it’s packed in ice
I’ve waited for a long timeYeah, the sleight of my hand is now a quick pull triggerI reason with my cigaretteThen say, “Your hair’s on fire, you must have lost your wits, yeah”
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
Run, run, run, runR-r-r-run, run, run, runR-r-r-run, run, run, runR-r-r-runRun, runRun, run, run
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
All the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run outrun my gunAll the other kids with the pumped up kicksYou better run, better run faster than my bullet
Source: Musixmatch
Songwriters: Mark Foster

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Flower of the Day – Combo

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Flower of the Day – Combo

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When you can’t decide on one, just put together a combo of different flowers.

This bouquet has pink daisies and roses, and a few other interesting flowers.

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