A former Pappus says this;

We are all dandelions… We grow arising in places life isn’t expected to exist.

I have at last become the yellow dandelion… And I know my kind…

You are all I was once upon a time…

Delicate, small, shaky…

If a wind blows however sincere and gentle the wind is, it will blow you apart as you yet are a Pappus… Yet to thrive…So why would I ever breathe next to you? knowing that Heavy-hearted souls sigh the most.

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