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Wind blows the water, creating a bit of ripples close to the bank.


                    Close your eyes.


The sweet smell of rose comes to you as you remember that garden with the lilies, sunflowers, buttercups, and roses.


                        White Roses
                        Pink Roses 
                        Multi-colored Roses
But most importantly, the red roses. This lake beyond the garden is the water for the flowers, for the fish, for you.


Roses, so many roses fill your memory, blooming thoughts of childhood and for a moment, just a moment, you can feel your lips part into a smile.