Last week, I was walking down a street I've walked at least a hundred times when I saw these gorgeous blooms.
They were bright, and bold, and stunningly beautiful.
They were growing on a tree that I have failed to notice for the entire fifteen years I've lived in this neighborhood.
How could I have missed such incredible beauty?
What kind of person fails to see something so extraordinary?
What kind of person knows more about the characters on their favorite television show than they know about the fauna and flora that grace their immediate neighborhood?
Me apparently. People like me.
That's sad, don't you think?
I do.
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