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Stop, smell the roses, they say A birthday wish. The first flurry. A cup of tea. These are a few of my favorite things ;) As my body fights corona, There are goodbyes we aren’t ready to say Beauty burns against grey sky, With the sounds of the city, I put my hands in the earth. As way of thanks, I hand her tulip bulbs. Yes, I do still spin in circles when wearing long flowing dresses… 3 years. Is home one thing?