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A rose petal may be temporary in each warm weather season, yet eternal in the memory of love, enough to span the ages.

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As a girl I would treasure the rose petals given by the summer sun in those long seasons of freedom. I loved their aroma. For me they were perfume. Each time I held them I fell in love with their fragrance all over again.

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I guess they were miracles to me, the rose petals, as if conjured by a vivid dream and made real.

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The rose petals were the bright confetti of the summer months, grown from the sweetest of buds to open with such confidence under the warm sun.