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I remember that day as vividly as I remember my wedding or my first kiss: it was after four hours of frolicking aimlessly through the angelically-colored flowers that I came upon the thing—and the person—that would change my life forever: The Yellow Daisy. My Susie. *** I remember distinctly the sea of white being suddenly and abruptly interrupted by a foreign thing, a misplaced color—something that didn’t quite belong. I looked closer. Sure enough, it was a daisy, but it was not like the other ones: this was a yellow daisy. Intrigued, I looked closer. “Who are you?” I inquired. “Oh!” I said.

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rdfs:comment	I remember that day as vividly as I remember my wedding or my first kiss: it was after four hours of frolicking aimlessly through the angelically-colored flowers that I came upon the thing—and the person—that would change my life forever: The Yellow Daisy. My Susie. *** I remember distinctly the sea of white being suddenly and abruptly interrupted by a foreign thing, a misplaced color—something that didn’t quite belong. I looked closer. Sure enough, it was a daisy, but it was not like the other ones: this was a yellow daisy. Intrigued, I looked closer. “Who are you?” I inquired. “Oh!” I said.
dcterms:subject	Literature Women UnBooks PLS Entry October 2009
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Date	2009-11-08(xsd:date)
abstract	I remember that day as vividly as I remember my wedding or my first kiss: it was after four hours of frolicking aimlessly through the angelically-colored flowers that I came upon the thing—and the person—that would change my life forever: The Yellow Daisy. My Susie. *** I remember distinctly the sea of white being suddenly and abruptly interrupted by a foreign thing, a misplaced color—something that didn’t quite belong. I looked closer. Sure enough, it was a daisy, but it was not like the other ones: this was a yellow daisy. Intrigued, I looked closer. “Ya’ll like the yellow daisy too?” said a voice from behind. Startled, I turned around. Behind me stood a girl in a yellow dress—a dress as yellow as the daisy we both admired. “Who are you?” I inquired. “I’m Susie,” she said, “but you can call me Susie.” “Nice to meet you, Susie! But what are you doing here? I’ve never seen you before.” “I don’t go out often,” she said, “my mother doesn’t like it when I go out because it could be dangerous and she fears for my life.” “Oh!” I said. From the distance came a voice. “Susie! Susie! Now wha’di’ I tell ya’ ’bout runnin’ off in the daisy field?” “I’ve got to go,” said Susie, “maybe I’ll see ya’ again sometime.”

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