We have a beautiful park near us, full of lush, manicured lawns, rock gardens full of exotic plants and flowers and big, old trees. And there, beside one of the rocks, in all its glory, sat this dandelion, not worried that he wasn't wanted, not afraid of the people who would like to eradicate him from the earth. Just enjoying the sun and the company of the other flowers. What we used to call in the seventies a true radical. ~ Peggy Radcliffe
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