If I could only see slowly enough to see the petals unfurl in the morning sunlight after the fog has lifted Whispers and Shouts is a reader-supported publication.
A friend and I were actually sitting at her dining room table in a leisurely conversation, when the rosebud in front of us opened up. It was as you imagined quite magical.
Love that thought of “seeing slowly”
A friend and I were actually sitting at her dining room table in a leisurely conversation, when the rosebud in front of us opened up. It was as you imagined quite magical.
I love that, Liz! Wonderful!