It was June, and the world smelled of roses. The sunshine was like powdered gold over the grassy hillside.I feel as if I had opened a book and found roses of yesterday sweet and fragrant, between its leaves My morning rose shot on my autie's garden she had a many variant of roses to sell. if only every morning I would be here to see the beauty of his garden case far away from us so we are rarely here. Goodmorning my noisecasher have a great day! Happy thuesday to all
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