Stopped by the orchids and found a lovely purple/lilac. One in full bloom and a bud in the background - siblings of sorts. Same parent, same stalk. Made me think of how we often take our own siblings for granted. We fought and got mad with each other; some of us still do after all the years: to what extent, for what gain?
Aren't these the closest we have to our own flesh and blood? And yet we sometimes treat them less than our friends and colleagues.
January is coming to an end, how long more do we want to wait?
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