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THE ROSE THAT BLOSSOMS AT THE END OF THE ROSE BUSH

Most High, That your presence be known to me, that you would save for me, the Rose that blossoms at the end of the rose bush, that grows at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden, saved of the chosen for the chosen. Has my day come that I have grown worthy of such a blessing? Have not the scales of Karma weighed me unfavorable for my crimes against the roses? Has my name not been removed from The Book of Gardens, that even the scent of such a perennial beauty should ever again grace my breath? I would that you will see me as worthy! That your favor be upon me to endure such a blessing as this, Sacred flower! That you would save for me, My, Rose that grows at the furthermost corner of the Sacred Garden, that blossoms at the end of the Rose bush.

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