Today I saw a rose.
I did not expect to see.
It arrived without ceremony, without warning, without a fanfare.
I assumed that it had gone, no evidence was there that it would return.
A gift, a token, replanted to give it space to grow. I don’t remember it dying, but it was no longer there.
It sat quietly, but it’s sound stopped me in my tracks.
“Hello?” I enqu…
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