What do old books and flowers have in common?

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Since I was a little girl, I would dry all kinds of different flowers I found in the meadow near my home. It wasn't long until my parents couldn't pull out a book off the bookshelf without a couple of colorful flowers falling on the living room floor.

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Even though I moved to the city, I could never let go of my love for flowers and started decorating my house with those fond memories.

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I'm inviting you to take part in the world of flowers, love, and hopefully, new memories.