Saturday, June 06, 2009

Treasure chest, picking roses and king of herbs.

1. My mother and I pull her wedding dress out from the bottom of the camphor wood chest.

2. I stand in the garden after the rain and my father hands me roses to take home.

3. The smell of basil fills the car.
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Follow Her, no birds and Burns Night.

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