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| Crocus that popped up in my sister's yard |
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| Flowers my son sent me some years back |
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| Flowers my sister Barb brought me from her garden |
Isn't it lovely that pictures of flowers do not fade like the real thing? Of course they do not smell like the real thing, more's the pity. Guess you cannot have everything.
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