Theft

Your life is not like a bunch of silk roses, being stolen one by one from a table, by a small black panther.

Think rather of a bunch of silk roses, being stolen one by one from a table, by a small black panther.
Think of finding roses under the furniture.
Think of the flower returning unharmed, having been enjoyed.

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