A couple of evenings ago, my night began with stumbling through the front door and carelessly dripping off my purse, my sweater, my jacket (and anything else I could manage to let off)… I felt the desire to do no else than to collapse at the doorway. However, this was prevented as I fell against my mother’s comforting embrace. I hung there in her grip, weak, heavy-hearted, and tired in ways I didn’t know I could be, for what seemed like a thousand passing moments. Though, it wa
English rose in mauve
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Fresh lavender from the Provence, France open air market.
Gotta find an old ladder!