There is no day better than to be greeted by a freshly bloomed rose, in the morning. A reminder of continuity of life. A fresh beginning without conditions. Something so rare.
Good Morning, Rose.
The lovely rose, alone, was such a “word fitly spoken.” And the whole post was lovely. “Brevity is the soul of wit” and I need to remember that myself. Thanks again.
The lovely rose, alone, was such a “word fitly spoken.” And the whole post was lovely. “Brevity is the soul of wit” and I need to remember that myself. Thanks again.
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