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... Nose pressed to the wintry glass,Sheltered from the icy wind,
But feeling every stab.
Animus howling,
Spiting her shady wet orbs...
I was reading through some of my older poetry when I was struck by the sudden urge to take a photo of a rose. Luckily for me there was one hanging around the garden
DancingRed.

























