Tell Me Why the Daisies Sing

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A large brown paper wrapped bouquet of colored tulips among a stall full of them.
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I only remember one time when it happened to me. When they say rose-colored glasses, it was truly — literally — as if my corneas were rose-colored lenses. I remember thinking, Pink? The flourescent lights are now pink? Even the bright outdoors in the parking lot felt oddly flooded in pink daylight.




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