Ever since my german punk art mentor scoffed at my rose photographs in high school, I have guiltily admired, but never dared. I'm over it. The roses are out in full force, their fragrance wafting on the breeze as I bicycle by. They may be cliche, but there is nothing quite like them.
I love the houses with a bright array of many colors.
Gitte, this one is for you.
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