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It is interesting how one can have such sharp ups and downs not moving out of the house. I suppose it was an interesting day. Ending it now with a deep appreciation of my hibiscus plant. It blooms strong and orange. It is peeking out of the balcony, seeking out a world where other heroes bloom too. I was away for over a month and my maid didn't water my plants. But the flowers have thrived. The hibiscus has grown and it is so pretty and cheery that I want to cuddle it to sleep.

I felt really down in the evening. Then I felt happy. Then I felt hurt again. But looking at the hibiscus, I feel peace.

My beautiful, orange, soft-petaled blissful plant of be-ness.