Did it drift down the river, tossed into the water by someone in grief? Was it thrown away by someone rejecting a suitor? Or is it simply litter, carelessly cast aside the way a beer bottle is?
We'll never know.
Saturday, August 28, 2010
A rose
Did it drift down the river, tossed into the water by someone in grief? Was it thrown away by someone rejecting a suitor? Or is it simply litter, carelessly cast aside the way a beer bottle is?
We'll never know.
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