A healthy bunch of flowers lighted up my day. So fresh and full of life, it defied heavy downpours, resisting the elements, refusing to bend. It stood strong and firm on the ground as if to say, "I dare you to push me down." It looked like it would die only when it chooses to do so and Poison Lily is its name.
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