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The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

-Joseph Wood Krutch

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The Flowers Never Waste

Joseph Wood Krutch

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The Flowers Never Waste Their Sweetness On The Desert Air Or, For That Matter, On The Jungle Air. In Fact, They Waste It Only When Nobody Except A Human Being Is There To Smell It. It Is For The Bugs And A Few Birds, Not For Men, That They Dye Their Petals Or Waft Their Scents.

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