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This sunflower was quite beautiful and vibrant last August, but now the ravishes of a Maine winter have rendered it quite ugly. There are four more of these ragged sentries standing watch over our snow-covered garden this February morning, awaiting tomorrow's snowfall. The ominous gray, cloud-filled morning is just another harbinger of the coming storm. No weatherman is needed here.
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, I guess. There is such elegance, I think, in the sunflower's posture. Even as it decays it has a quiet dignity.
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