One day Francis thought that he was not suffering enough, and decided to throw himself onto a bed of roses. He was cut by the thorns, which promptly fell off. His blood stained the leaves of the roses. Those roses still exist at the portucula where he lived. They are still spotted with red on the leaves, they still have no thorns, and despite many people trying, those roses will not grow any other place in the world.
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