"No, I think I am the most beautiful flower in the whole world."
She was indeed beautiful.
A gust of wind removed her from the tree.
"I am the most miserable flower in the world", thought the flower. "I am flying aimlessly, with nobody to see me and appreciated me. I wish I've never been."
Some time passed and the wind flew her over the woods and rivers and fields.
In the end, she arrived at the ocean.
Only then she understood.
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