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Tuesday, January 6, 2009
Frozen roses
Inspired by the memory of a walk to school with my Mum, circa age 7, where we saw a lovely peachy-fuschia rose on the old wooden fence with the touch of Jack Frost's first visit of the season, seemed like a miracle. How I miss my Mum!
this is lovely. i plan on getting frozen roses tattooed on me.
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