Lean in, listen close, take the time to smell the rose. Enclose its petals in your hands. O dear, won’t you forsake your plans…
Read MoreFlowers I can’t rearrange. Flowers painted in a vase, in a frame, and on my wall, left that way for one and all…
Read MoreThere is room in this garden to grow. To let new seeds be sown. To extend the branch and bud the flower. To take in sunlight every hour.
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