It seems that days and weeks and seasons and years slip by. Yesterday was 8 years since he slipped a ring on my finger. He brought home roses for me, pink tinged petals. And the petals are like so many days and moments and memories- some tinged yellow and some lovely pink and others one of the many numerous shades in between. Sometimes I want to peel them back to discover the colors hidden inside but perhaps it is wiser to leave them be. I love these colors, soft and subtle and not red.
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