a woman i meet must love dogs, of course, but more than that, life & colors & plants & learning & experience, yet not have a finale opinion or attitude formulated and set; as nothing is sure in life but change and finiteness, as a a rose may bud then bloom in splendor, now fade to pastel like an old one, then die, yet live in the time it knew. time is a rose.
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