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Dreams of miracles and smiles have withered like petals on a rose, slowly falling ...

... to the floor one by one… but the whispers of my mother ring in my ear – telling me to stop looking at the bare stem of the flower but rather, to make potpourri from the scattered delicates… infusing them with new life.


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