Did you ever used to play that game as a child, where you pick a dandelion clock and then blow it away bit by bit, saying "She loves me. . . she loves me not. . . she loves me. . ." etc. Whatever you say after you've blown the last seed away is the solemn truth about the object of your affections! Or so the school yard story goes ;-)
Photo taken using macro setting of Canon EOS 400D, flash indoors in electric light.
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