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Dec 2018
The aisle never seemed so long as when I watched her walking toward me.

Her smile never seemed so bright as when her eyes were raining tears of joy.  

And as she floated forward as though she were on a cloud,

My own mind could not fathom whether she were an angel or a snowflake.

A pixie or a swan.
Orange Rose
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Orange Rose  24/F/Under a Willow Tree
(24/F/Under a Willow Tree)   
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