Pizza Burek

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Quality of the Flower

The flower doesn't hide it's face, it reflects the sun. It throes you in place. It talks in a language that you understand, but in a language that words cannot be spoken for it has not got any. Its beauty is in its irregular forms, its wrinkles, wrinkles of laughter.