I know this is supposed to be wordless, but I feel the need to explain. This is the stem of a rose; the last of a bouquet I received on December 23. The bloom is long since spent, but I noticed a green bit, so left the stem in the vase with water. Recently a very good friend died, somewhat unexpectedly, and I am choosing to see this as a sign of hope – of the miraculous.
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