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Distant Drums


I love the smell of flowers in my garden; especially roses and lilacs.  They remind me of happy childhood moments.

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  1. Stunning, Karen! I can't wait to see mine bloom like that!
    Cheers!

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  2. Love the orange rose!

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  3. Oooh, they're beautiful. I've always been afraid to try roses -- they've always seemed so difficult!

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