The Rose
Maybe the reason we love roses is that they are so ephemeral. Each rose time capsules a moment. Others seem to value their tightly budded state, before they have experienced any of life’s vicissitudes. Not me. I like a mature rose, fully exploded with plenty of petals to drop – just like me. A rose that has been through some things and is no longer vulnerable. So there. “I revel in my wisdom”
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