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There were several flowers visible in the field,the wind blew them gently but constant,eventually they would begin to grow a little less straight,they were still beautiful and fragrant and willing to share their beauty with the world,there was no, one day out of the ordinary most days were quite the same yet over time one flower bent a little more than the rest under the constant strain, it was not a different type flower,it was just a little smaller and slightly more fragile,the other two flowers did their best to block some of the wind and help support the smaller more delicate flower,but they could only do so much.Time has past and the smaller flower seemed to be growing enough to not bend any more,but it remains a little bent a little needy and still beautiful...