I have an orchid plant that was gifted to me for Christmas in 2012 and I haven't managed to kill it yet. I love it. When it flowers, it is such a pretty, happy sight. Especially in winter, when everything is cold, white and dead.
It is that little bit of colour in the winter.
That little bit of life in death.
That monumental struggle to break free.
That monumental struggle to just be.
It is that little bit of colour in the winter.
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