In the spring sunshine... with the sound of the birds singing and the breeze blowing through the branches of the beech trees. Where once too I found the most beautiful blue rose growing.To this day I still treasure this little bloom above all others.
By the trees of Cupboard Gate...
In the spring sunshine... with the sound of the birds singing and the breeze blowing through the branches of the beech trees. Where once too I found the most beautiful blue rose growing.To this day I still treasure this little bloom above all others.
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