A Rose Is A Rose Is A Rose!

Things are as they are, not as they should be!

Small Joys

55 Fiction

A smile lights up her face as the oppressive clouds gave way to clear blue skies.

The fresh breeze blows the tendrils of her hair and tickle her face.

A sigh of contentment escapes her lips as she watches it flap in the breeze and shine in the sun’s reflection…

her fresh and crisp laundry.

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