Day Four: A story in a single image


A white rose, the purest of all flowers. The most delicate of all flowers. It can show any impurity.

A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Such a rose stimulates both good and bad memories. But after today’s unpleasant news of death of a close friend, just looking at this flower makes me remember this short story:

Mom, why do the best people die?”
“When you’re in a garden, which flowers do you pick?”
“The most beautiful ones.”

Hopefully, all your days are full of hope and happiness with no sorrow and grief..

With love,

Rest in peace my friend.

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