Kde květiny bloudí (Where Flowers Wander)
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Somewhere between an ordinary meadow and a somewhat strange dream, the flowers decided to grow wherever they pleased. The tiny orange blossoms seem to be whispering some secret to one another, while the tall grasses lean toward them and pretend not to be listening at all. Perhaps this is exactly the kind of meadow one discovers only when one forgets which way the path leads and realizes that an unplanned detour is much more beautiful than the original destination.
Somewhere between an ordinary meadow and a somewhat strange dream, the flowers have decided to grow wherever they please. The tiny orange blossoms seem to be whispering some secret to one another, while the tall grasses lean toward them and pretend not to be listening at all. Perhaps this is exactly the kind of meadow one discovers only when one forgets which way the path leads and realizes that an unplanned detour is much more beautiful than the original destination.