A sprig for spring

I went out walking.

There were a great many buttercups.

I picked some to make a sprig.

I left them on my desk.

I forgot about them.

Life continued.

The sunlight poured in.

The flowers dried in the heat.

When I came back and found them, they were even more beautiful.

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