
Her quest is over…that special place is found between the trembling of the petals, so boundless and new ~ her speech becomes eloquent, not vague - with blossom clinging dewdrops that have no need to prove that they belong…her advocates, so reliable, so true. She flowers not in vain, but in pink spontaneity knowing there is no prerequisite to love ~
~Suzanne Simonovich
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