I love flowers. . . . not roses and the elegant end of the spectrum . . . the down to earth variety. . . . growing in cracks in sidewalks, along the side of the road, in window boxes. You know the kind. The ones that make your heart smile. When Stacie came to pick up Chauncey, she brought me a thank you present. Flowers and a hug and it doesn't get any better.
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