Why the White Rose Turned Black
Beautiful things are born not
made. Take the rose, with its thorny stem and white bud. Not always but
sometimes the unlikeliest things are pure, as are the most beautiful,
and this rose white as it was held no thorns. As a solitary bud it had
no outside influences and as such stayed pure as the snow that landed on
it mind November when all roses perished and were not seen again until
spring.
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Saturday, 27 December 2014
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