Untitled - January 18, 2002 Like the bloom of a fresh cut rose, everything gains a new perspective and dreams are no longer impossible. Time becomes both the soil that nourishes life; and the air that dries the silken petals.
Untitled - January 18, 2002 Like the bloom of a fresh cut rose, everything gains a new perspective and dreams are no longer impossible. Time becomes both the soil that nourishes life; and the air that dries the silken petals.
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