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The Flower

She'd always pop back up in the Spring, for her usual sunny warm fling, winters slow thaw, at deaths door, that Spring dormant awaiting the King. 11-21-16

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Date: 11/21/2016 5:19:00 PM
cute one for flower!!
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cheryl hoffman
Date: 11/21/2016 8:49:00 PM
Thanks so much Andrea!:)