2 thoughts on “a yellow rose

  1. My first husband bought me yellow roses all the time. He passed away in 1997, but every time I see them I think of him. And the fragility of living things. (Isn’t it funny, but my auto-correct put “the fragility of loving things” which I suppose is also true.)


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