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In a bouquet of mixed roses, most people can distinguish at a glance the delicacy of a tea rose from the voluptuousness… — Mandy Aftel Copy Share Image
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Love was just another word, till the time you came in my life. your caring touch, your loving smile, filled the void… — Anonymous Copy Share Image
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“You’re beautiful.” Blake said hello as he’d said goodbye. “You said that already,” Livia mouthed over the banging music. Blake just shrugged.… — Debra Anastasia Copy Share Image
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![“In Summer there were white and damask roses, and the smell of thyme and musk. In Spring there were green gooseberries and throstles [thrush], and the flowers they call ceninen [daffodils]. And leeks and cabbages also grew in that garden; and between long straight alleys, and apple-trained…” quote by Beatrix Potter](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/520/beatrix-potter-11097_flowers_in-summer-there-were-white-and-damask-ro_3143068.jpg)
