Sometimes we’re just
walking along, minding our own business, while watching the path for stones that would trip us up, a whisper of colour reaches from in the bush. Pretty little flowers, hidden in plain sight, framed by twigs, leaves and branches, toss contrast into the mix.
“Nothing is hidden that will not be made known;
nothing is secret that will not come to light.”
~ Dan Brown, The Lost Symbol
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