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Today, a beautiful flower grew in my mother's garden. I was mesmerized by it; such a beautiful thing shouldn't have grown out of nowhere. I had never seen anything so peculiar. It was incredibly beautiful, unbelievably bright and colorful. As I looked closely, I could see all the colors in the deepest part of the flower, near the nucleus, fading into a calm shade of yellow towards the edges. It stood alone amidst a sea of red roses, yet it was not a rose itself. It defied definition. It was... ...