Jazmine was a late bloomer. Actually she was a night bloomer. She smelled sweet and at night you could get intoxicated on her fragrance alone.
All the insects thought her beautiful.
The breezes and birds scattered her seeds far and wide.
Bees made special trips just to see her.
Leaf eaters ate some place else.
Some of the other flowers were actually privately jealous. Jazmine was as sweet as her smell though, and no one could stay mad at her for long. She hadn’t a care in the world until a bunch of naked apes woke her up one morning with a surveying tripod and plat map.
The words ‘sub-division’ came up a couple times.
“Uh-oh.”
Somehow this made her more beautiful still.
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