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. *A rose from a window looks like any other rose, but as the old lady stares out through the thin glass a fondness develops, begins to form a memory,* reaching back, grasping the past, *that very slowly forms the image of a rose, proud in an old garden, upstanding to catch the eye of a young girl staring out of a window.* © Pagan Paul (19/06/19)
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Jun 21, 2019
Jun 21, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
Deja Vu
. *A rose from a window looks like any other rose, but as the old lady stares out through the thin glass a fondness develops, begins to form a memory,* reaching back, grasping the past, *that very slowly forms the image of a rose, proud in an old garden, upstanding to catch the eye of a young girl staring out of a window.* © Pagan Paul (19/06/19)
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Jun 21, 2019 at 7:15 AM UTC
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