You must not understand this life.
Then everyday will be like a party.
Simply let every day be
like a child who, passing by,
receives many flowers from the wind.

She doesn't collect or save them,
that doesn't even occur to her.
They are lost from her hair
where they were so happily arranged
and in the sweet years of her youth,
she reaches out to embrace the new.
- Rainer Maria Rilke

From Michael by Florice

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