He looked at her as a man might look at a faded flower he had plucked, in which it was difficult for him to trace the beauty that had made him pick and so destroy it

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This quote portrays a man's contemplation of the fading beauty of a flower he had once picked. As he observes the flower's lost allure, he struggles to remember what had initially attracted him to choose it and, in doing so, bring about its demise. It captures the bittersweet sentiment of the transient nature of beauty and the complexity of appreciating something that has faded or changed over time.

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