Watching the sad, limp petals drop off the flowers she'd bought for herself last weekend... she realised how beautiful the shedding of the outer layers was. More than anything, she wanted to shrug her materialistic worries off her heavy-laden shoulders and just breathe free.
To be naked.
Exposed.
And still be loved.
She yearned for the raw beauty of the honesty.
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