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07 July 2019
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I had no idea flowers kept so well...and they do give a nod to the beauty of aging. This reminds me of the 'vintage' bouquet of tulips, artfully set upon the kitchen shelf in your 'House Next Door'. A burst of almost freshness amidst the antique prettiness that surrounds them.
Posted by: Shelley Wildgen | 08 July 2019 at 03:05 PM