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That morning, the sun began to climb the sky with its golden light, touching every corner of the village with gentle warmth. The wind blew softly, carrying the scent of wet leaves and the remaining dew that still hung on the tips of the grass. I stood in front of my brother's house, rushing to start a day that he said would be busy. But just as my feet were about to step, something made me stop for a moment.

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On the side of the simple fence, a stalk of flaming flowers stole my gaze, a fiery red orchid. Not an ordinary red, but a red that seemed to hold embers, as if speaking silently.

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The petals stretched out like a frozen dance of fire. The shape was unique, like small hands reaching for the light. And the most striking thing was the center of the flower, a golden glow in the middle of the deep red, as if it were an eye that observed anyone who dared to ignore it.

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But that morning, I was indeed in a hurry. My mind was already filled with today's agenda. Unconsciously, I forced my eyes not to stare for too long. I ignored its beauty, I left its charm hanging in the air, left behind by my footsteps that continued to move forward.

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But now, when I look back at these photos, I realize: it wasn’t me who left it, but the flower that remained in my mind.

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Quietly, it managed to plant a seed of beauty in my previously busy mind. And perhaps, that’s how this bright red orchid works, not forcing itself to be seen, but once glanced at, it can never truly be forgotten.
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