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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4272 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention Uncommon Jake (Jason Jones) Grace and chutzpah painted her paper-skinned face steel blue. Thoughts of pale tea roses distracted me, taunting. A new hybrid of grandmother wilted in my hands. Roots cut by time gave way, toppling the prize-winning rose. Sanding her thorns to bumps took years of family and housework; floods and droughts had nothing on the tolls of hard living. One time, we transplanted her roots into sand, hoping root rot would not take her from us. The best thing about sand is that you cannot distinguish one grain from another. I remember wishing she was garden variety and not floribunda. |
