Beauty is but a stone throw from our lives at any one time, if we look close enough. I am not a hornycultarist , but these are growing wild in my street. So I waded through the undergrowth to take this photo. I will now forever confuse the smell of roses...with the smell of dog poo? How...the only place it was ...how did I get my size 9 in it? Is it lucky? Will an iron and brown paper work.on my shoe?
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