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Untitled (Rose)

By Greg Yingling There was a slight breeze in the meadow that afternoon, to which the flowers bowed and the butterflies flitted over. There was one flower in particular that always caught your eye. It was a tall, slender rose, near the center of the garden. So perfectly shaped, the gentle curves, the delicate petals, …