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  • The first rose of the season.

    The old rose with

    The aroma of the ancients.

    Here is the origin of the word: swoon.

    In the petal, the notebook memory bank of gardens.

    Just before the petals fall, this one day.

    Tomorrow the path is pink, the beginning of pink aromatic paint.

    Tomorrow the stone path is laden with the pink brick road of old rose petals to lead the way.

    Today the rose is new, for a moment.

    (Photo by Susan, in the garden.)
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