Grow, to reach and touch the sky— to soar.
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These are silly points of view from that silly-giggle-tickled Bostonian girl who lives multiple lives as a swimmer, a violinist, a writer, a fashion and food-lover, an Arsenal FC fan and occasionally, a silly physics major. Clearly, she likes very long sentences.
And the word "silly" too.
Posts tagged garden:
Our world may be full of roses, but do remember that they are there to disguise the thorns sometimes.
The human effort to capture live beauty on paper, for eternal keeping.
Where the wild roses grow, the sun shines purely.
Each so beautiful and delicately grown and cared for.
Tulips for the Spring, the rebirth of the season.
A line of roses, one by one.
Wild, vintage roses.
A crowd of flowers, a sea of leaves.
The fence, where the roses grow.
Spring, when the flowers bloom; Summer, when the flowers thrive.
Don’t forget to stop and smell the roses.
The Queen of all flowers.
Don’t forget: stop to smell the roses.
Fun use of lace.
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