It's brown, falling apart, but still kind of lovely. But, it's a fern. I can see saving a flower, something with color, but this is the first fern I have found. Was it saved because it meant something? A walk with a special someone? A keepsake from a first kiss, a first date, a baby's first step? I certainly like that idea. The cynic in me thinks perhaps someone was reading a book and needed to save their spot in a hurry, so they grabbed the nearest plant and ripped a piece off to save the spot! Oh, that's rotten. It is a keepsake. There, much better.
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