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there was a little white house and no one lived in it which was alright because the city took care of it - it was only very small - they took care of it but not so much that the green grasses and clover didn't grow all around it. behind the house was a dead crooked tree, a hill and yellow flowers. a girl i know would sit there eating flowers on sunny days and surrounded by clovers. the yellow flowers always grow by clovers. she would eat the flowers and feel a peculiar feeling like sadness because the yellow flowers were so pretty and bright in the green grass and clover on sunny days but they were also so tasty and she would eat them anyways.