"As a lily among thorns, so is my beloved among women."
- Songs 2:2
I have walked through fields, traveled through thickets full with briers which pull at my clothing and hold to my feet. I tire of pulling at them and ridding the itch from my skin, so they are left. Left to shred and prod at my sides, to bear witness to my weariness, and to show that my travels have been long. Then I notice from afar, soft grasses with a lily pure white with fresh pinks dazzling in the sun. Why have I found this here? My spurs and thorns could tear its gentle petals! I must rid myself of these clinging remains, and leave them far from the lily's precious sight, never again to fall victim, only to enjoy my respite.
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