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The last rose petals fall to the ground leaving the rosehips bare as autumn’s chill again comes around to strip blooms that had been fair. The rosehips have hairs all wiry and grey that also break off, one by one. Her color is gone, she fades away until this rose lady’s season is done. Her petals arrayed on frosty soil decay gently in the cold rain while in her hips, seeds are born to bring forth new roses again.
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Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC
Rosehips
The last rose petals fall to the ground leaving the rosehips bare as autumn’s chill again comes around to strip blooms that had been fair. The rosehips have hairs all wiry and grey that also break off, one by one. Her color is gone, she fades away until this rose lady’s season is done. Her petals arrayed on frosty soil decay gently in the cold rain while in her hips, seeds are born to bring forth new roses again.
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53/M/Potsdam, Germany
Nov 10, 2024
Nov 10, 2024 at 1:57 PM UTC
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