the flower that fixed her

The splendor of Spring is in full bloom!

Should you be at all despondent, your spirit’s spent, you’re a touch gloomy—Zoom, Vites! Allez! ¡Vamos niña! Go quick as the hare to where the flowers grow and overflow upon the sidewalks of Manhattan’s wholesale floral and garden supply district. I promise you, a mere meandering, a slow stroll down the rue of all-but one block on 28th between 8th and 7th Avenues will cure you of your heartache and lethargy or any other sentimental ill and symptom that ails you.

Believe me, you will feel immediately sprung free from this melancholy mood you’re woefully wallowing in.

Tulips, daisies, pansies—petals of every redolent and wonderfully bright color and more!

So take a little trip, explore, for I promise that this wee promenade will uplift and renew, if only you open your senses to the splendor of all the hues, curves and aromas which are on display, and at the invigorating disposal of your bedraggled disposition for free! (aka. NOT impoverishing therapy).

Trust me, have faith, don’t wait, run! Ma petite fleur, file à toute allure!

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