Day Four: A story in a single image

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A white rose, the purest of all flowers. The most delicate of all flowers. It can show any impurity.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Such a rose stimulates both good and bad memories. But after today’s unpleasant news of death of a close friend, just looking at this flower makes me remember this short story:

Mom, why do the best people die?”
“When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?”
“The most beautiful ones.”
~Unknown

Hopefully, all your days are full of hope and happiness with no sorrow and grief..

With love,
xoxo

Rest in peace my friend.

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