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Bud on a rose bush; from beginning to end-- may you bud forever. I have a new rose plant this yr. The ppl that spray the bugs-- without my permission-- sprayed my huge rose bush and killed it.. but it’s back! The roots underground budded and it’s small but I see the buds--reacting the same; opening their scent as they bloom... yellow is this one! May it and you bloom forever! This story is a scent in my mind... not a travel but I get a feeling to find new things and eventually, I get there.

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Got you. Do not those pesticides bug killers. See what they did to the rose plant? They're horrible cancer causing chemicals. You don't want that near you! Cancel them and use natural products. Trust me on this one!

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I was using the plant as a parallel… but ok✅ Thanks for your response!

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Of course, but you know me. When it comes to say something I deem important, I don't wait. Besides, maybe someone will get the heads up bc of this post and comments.

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I already wrote... but The ex-Pat feeling you describe? It’s that “summer-feeling”. I associate it with the lake lot. Each summer as I got older, me and my friend from Trinidad—a little Texas town about 30 min away,( not the country! Lol) would go to a lake an hour away and float the entire afternoon away. It was a journey to Lee’s park; isolated and quiet; occasionally a boat would come in; crowds came in and out; her parents were divorcing and we talked and floated; did nothing; then I went to work. But I get the feeling you talk about.

Boys were talking about our bodies and it was clear what they wanted, but they were too young to even glance back at them!

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I like this composition quite a bit! You’re showing off your skills! Here I am looking up at your big heathy, toothy-smile! Great job!!

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Thanks!! Glad you're enjoying my stories. Biggest fan! ❣️

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