"I feel like for us
to actually capture
our two
worlds
we
need to
see what
each other
is made out of?"
"What d-do y-you mean?"
"What's your favorite
place to draw?"
"Th-h-e nursery."
"Why?"
"It brings me peace."
"See, I didn't know that."
"What about y-you?"
"My favorite place? Hm,
probably the Botanic Gardens
on High Street or..."
"Or?"
Rose smiled.
"Are you free on Saturday?"
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shades of red
Poetrywhen you have too many thorns, all you can do is paint them in red, because, maybe then, they will look like petals [sequel to shades of blue]
