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Little White Flowers

  • Writer: Paula
    Paula
  • Jun 7, 2008
  • 1 min read

originally uploaded by waggs walk about

Once upon a time I knew the names of most of the wild flowers found near my parents home. I no longer have a clue. Maybe someone out there knows the names?

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A very wise woman once told me that life is about the story we tell at the end of the chapter. If statistics are to be believed, I’m closer to the end of my life than the beginning. I’ve quit the race to see who can have the office with best view or the most impressive job title. I’ve made peace with the fact there are some of my early dreams/goals that will never be realized. I love who I am and the women I have become AND boy do I have stories to tell!

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