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ripple created on its petal. They do not come quickly, but they are coming...she can feel them...inside her soul. She is feeling, for the first time, a renewal of hope.

It becomes known as peace.

This lovely girl could barely see through the thin clear streaks painted with tears down t he on the looking glass imagination of her grief. Smears of her sorrow are left behind by her warm salty bathing eyes. Yet, in all her blindness, she can clearly see through these pieces of her outside and it is precisely her saving grace, and it came to her with the rose.

She found her faith again, and was not hopeless anymore as she was in recent times. This violet vision in a flower showed her what she needed to see, in order to survive her world of dark aloneness. She found a little bit of faith and that gave her a little bit of hope, and she found it in the garden within her own soul.
Like her, the thornless rose is alone

Her private piece of Eden may have been ravished many months before; but this miracle remained in bloom despite the devastation sown in the garden all around her and despite her sadness. For the first time since her lover departed, her somber hum is silenced; her sadness is completely still.
Feeling the brisk December's pain brought on for lovers like she to endure to grow strong. In time, those who master the art of survivability will learn that the lone rose holds a key that will be the key to life.

By January's time of cosmic renewal she sees another vision in the dewdrops. She has heard rumors about this vision before, a long time ago, and thought it was merely a childhood fairy tale of a prince coming to save his princess with golden-curls and a glass slipper. She thought these were only tales like a white knight and a horse that galloped towards her they didn't really exist. There was no burning stake from which to save her and she would never hear the chanting townspeople and evil Queen screaming "Off with her head!"

But she was wrong. Townspeople and villains do exist, and they destroy lovers. There is a forbidden fruit and temptation that destroys lovers; and townspeople and villains do exist. There is such a thing as a castaway on a desert island. An apple does fall from a tree and not very far, its true. A black cloud sometimes does loom overhead, and there it is, a pathway past her pain... a lavender rose... and she sees it ... right there...before her.

She finally learned that all of her enchanting dreams and white knights and horses riding in

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