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| Wild Rose Field by Lena |
Rare is the woman who does not love roses. Why, even my own son had only the rose plant in mind when he considered working our little garden. The rose has always stood for beauty and life, love and joy. So divine in essence.
Yet for all its beauty, the rose is encircled by thorns. Just like life, though strewn with challenges, even pain, there is also tenderness, sweetness, and some fragrance.
