Not killed by age
From the Blog mystutteringlifeIt was a small, timid flower, at the end of the garden. Alone and quiet, it had always been on its own. Sometimes it would lean over and talk to the other prettier flowers. Sometimes it would just observe them and smile at them from a distance. The birds and the bees liked it. It…pakistanblogs.blogspot.comRead Full Post
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