The pinkest rose

The pinkest rose

My friend and I walked through the rose garden today on both sides of Old Parliament House. I was happy, she was much happier than she had been yesterday, and the roses were happier than they have ever been: blooming to excess and spilling fragrance over hundreds of metres.

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