I bought this little broken porcelain plate at the flea market some time ago. It was not an act of conquering a treasure, it was more a feeling that this small piece has to be saved and protected. I still keep it. For each time I look at it I ask myself, is it so dear to me because of pretty hand painted flowers , or for the fact that someone glued it together so carefully to overcome destiny. But in fact it reminds me, each time again, that it is worth it. It is worth to plant a flower, it is worth to make a bouquet, it is worth to paint a plate, it is worth to glue broken pieces together. Because you newer know when someone would come by and say: look at these pretty flowers, they are worth it!
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