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The life of one girl who cannot be defined.
Tuesday, 23 November 2010
23rd November and a Small Flower
This morning's view form my bedroom window
Today like any other English autumn day was cold and wet.
But after nearly freezing outside and going in to the cold art studio and to my work space I found a small flower. And on, nearly, everyone’s desk was a flower of their own.
I thank my friend, who shall remain nameless, for bringing a small part of sunshine and beauty in to an otherwise dreary day.
The flower will now stay in my art space to remember the brightness of spring and flowers.
Vicki Éowyn Evans
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