Today we could either choose to write about how three disparate entities perceive a blessing or how the old woman, the tulip, and the dog perceive a particular idea. "Freedom," sighed the old woman,
"Would be waking to bird song, not bladder pressure, absent the aches of age, and seeing the day fanned out before me in infinite possible paths, pouring myself a cup of tea and choosing the least path-like of them all, a few mere steps leading to a sunny spot and a good book." "Freedom," sighed the tulip, "Would be taking wing and visiting all my floral friends like the lucky butterfly." "Freedom," said the dog (for dogs aren't wont to sigh), "Would be opposable thumbs to open all the places where the good food hides and a field to run and a stick to chew and a rabbit to chase and to be with you."
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