I remember the colour of this flower in the summertime. All the flowers in our little front garden were blindingly bright. A warm welcome to come home to. Now the long winter has set in and darkness comes too soon.
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Sunday, 11 January 2009
Where has summer gone?
I remember the colour of this flower in the summertime. All the flowers in our little front garden were blindingly bright. A warm welcome to come home to. Now the long winter has set in and darkness comes too soon.
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