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a rose by any other name would smell as sweet...

I grew up in an enchanted house; my playground was a courtyard of lemon trees and beautifully manicured rose bushes that always seemed to be in bloom and sprouted fairytale roses of colors and sizes that I have never again seen. My imaginative and mercurial mind fabricated hundreds of stories… some of which surely included lace tepees.

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