"The flower is simple." the robot implies.
"It sprouts. It grows. It wilts. It dies"
"It provides while it thrives on direct solar power?"
The lady hands robot the flower.
"Look deeper" she says. "Its not the object you hold."
"I...
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When the fires hot it's hard to not burn.
The bridges of trust on the cusp of a turn.
Though the fire is just it shows no return.
To the life that we love far above our concern.
On one side is a land of gluttonous waste.
On the o...
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