“She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.” Keirsten White
life’s harsh turn of events…
“She hated the way roses smelled, their sweetness too fragile. She wanted a garden of evergreens. A garden of stones. A garden of swords.” Keirsten White
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Lovely colour
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I couldn’t possibly hate this rose. It makes me think I would love a bed of roses.
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