{"id":17558,"date":"2020-05-03T14:59:02","date_gmt":"2020-05-03T11:59:02","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/istorija\/ir-kaip-nezydet\/"},"modified":"2026-03-19T12:48:23","modified_gmt":"2026-03-19T09:48:23","slug":"and-how-could-i-not-bloom","status":"publish","type":"istorija","link":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/story\/and-how-could-i-not-bloom\/","title":{"rendered":"And how could I not bloom?"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The weekend came packed with a generous dose of good vibes.<br \/>\nAnd finally\u2026<br \/>\nA courier landed in the yard.<br \/>\nWearing a mask that hid their smile.<br \/>\nNot-so-cute gloves.<br \/>\nBut in their arms\u2026<br \/>\nThey carried this pastel beauty, fragrant from afar.<\/p>\n<p>Large peony buds, teacup-sized roses, and graceful freesia,<br \/>\nnestled in soft pink paper edged with \u201crose gold.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>And how could I stop smiling?<br \/>\nHow could I not feel happy?<br \/>\nHow could I not bloom?<\/p>\n<p>V.<\/p>\n<p>#thankyou #lovetohave #youall<\/p>\n","protected":false},"template":"","class_list":["post-17558","istorija","type-istorija","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija\/17558","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/istorija"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/istorija"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/viktorijos.lt\/en\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=17558"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}