Most of you know the flower in this photo. You even know its name. I do not go into those parts of the subject. Let me tell you a memory of my high school middle school years: We would be very happy when spring came. Why: It snowed a lot in Rize. And one no longer wants to see the white veil. The flower in the photograph was generally blooming on rocky grounds and slopes. We used to collect these flowers with friends. We would hold our breath: blow with all our might. If: when we blow the flower is fully cleansed: our girlfriend loves us, if the white feathers remain on the flower: she doesn't love us! Interesting moment! Here is the memory of the fluffy flower.
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