As I was walking from Ekstrom to Schneider I was handed a rose by one of the tutors, Mampu, who works in the Computer Resource Center. She didn't explain why she was handing them out but there I had one and it made me happy. Why do flowers make us happy? Is it their bright colors, their delicacy? I remember meeting a homeless lady on Bardstown road who handed me a flower and told me all I had to was pass it on so that someone else could enjoy it. I did it then and I remembered to spread the wealth again when Mampu handed me this rose. Is it wrong to pluck a rose? I don't know. But it seems only right to circulate its endorphin releasing corpse to someone else with the hopes that they'll pass it on too.
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