The last of my pickle jar bouquet
Readying to let fall their petals.
One by one.
With grace and dignity.
Show me how. . .
The last of my pickle jar bouquet
Readying to let fall their petals.
One by one.
With grace and dignity.
Show me how. . .
I take pleasure in my transformations. I look quiet and consistent, but few know how many women there are in me. Anais Nin
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