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Bubbles

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  Today the garden blooms for the first time, as hundreds ,perhaps thousands, of shining little flowers rise up, soaring into the sky, ease themselves into something much bigger, I can't help but be reminded that maybe, humans are just like the reflection on the surface of those bubbles.

  Bubbles, they're fragile, yet they always rising up, reaching out to something that they might not even able to see, only to destroy themselves, and become one with the sky, just like the life of one person. From beginning to end, people always reaching out, and searching, for that one thing only comes when the end is near.

  And I admired them, the bubbles that always rising up, because they never falter before their life end. They made life beautiful, for reflecting the unseen colors of the world around them, until the very end.

  I wonder if tomorrow the garden will bloom again.
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Bubbles

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