Every time I see a nasturtium, all I can think about is how they look like floating lily pads growing out of cracks in the ground. It’s like a Ghibli movie where you’re walking along doing normal people things and thinking normal people thoughts, and then you see it. You stop. All thoughts evaporate except this tiny feeling that magic must be real and you’re staring it at with your own eyes! I love nasturtiums.
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