Life comes with thorns. Thankfully, the sweet smell of the roses help ease the pain, and wash away the memory of how bad the stick really was. When we concentrate on the frilly delicate petals, and the intricacy of their making, we are led down a better path. This plant is able to survive the frigid winter and awaken in the spring to bring more beauty to summer. I was able to survive chemotherapy and begin to bloom again.
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