So here is one little flower doing its own thing and now I can't get its image out of my mind. Would the white azalea shrub be just as lovely without that pink rascal? Yes, but now it has an interesting imperfection which makes it more lovely, more memorable.
As I think through this metaphor I suppose the shrub could represent society and the pink flower represent the peculiar person. Or the shrub could represent an individual and the oddball bloom represent the desire to be unique in some small way. Hmmm. Deep, no?
I think I need to ponder this a bit more. But first, I must cue music...
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