Reveling in Existence. Celebrating the Journey. Memorializing People, Places, and Experiences.
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The buzz and pip between swaying hibiscus satellites is free and consistent summer entertainment.
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The buzz and pip between swaying hibiscus satellites is free and consistent summer entertainment.
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Transplants pontificate about the South’s beastly ways, while ordering mint juleps, moonlight, and magnolias from nameless unmemorable servants.
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Transplants pontificate about the South’s beastly ways, while ordering mint juleps, moonlight, and magnolias from nameless unmemorable servants.
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Around the Henry’s Rummy table dealing cigarettes and scotch, the elderly aunts shuffled gossip and separated succulents.
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Around the Henry’s Rummy table dealing cigarettes and scotch, the elderly aunts shuffled gossip and separated succulents.
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Around the Henry’s Rummy table dealing cigarettes and scotch, the elderly aunts shuffled gossip and separated succulents.
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Indiscriminately shared, Aunt Ruth’s camellia varieties were as diverse as the strangers and neighbors who’s homes they brightened.
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Indiscriminately shared, Aunt Ruth’s camellia varieties were as diverse as the strangers and neighbors who’s homes they brightened.
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Soft swaying tendrils of aromatic wisteria seductively lash themselves to fences and trees inducing land battles and regret.
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Soft swaying tendrils of aromatic wisteria seductively lash themselves to fences and trees inducing land battles and regret.
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Soft swaying tendrils of aromatic wisteria seductively lash themselves to fences and trees inducing land battles and regret.
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Thirsty July petunias bedraggle Sue’s window boxes and mound over waning annuals unable to repel ravenous pests.
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Thirsty July petunias bedraggle Sue’s window boxes and mound over waning annuals unable to repel ravenous pests.
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One of the first flowers to pierce winter’s grip, a family story chronicles my young sisters selling tulips to neighbors still wet with the dew from that neighbor’s own garden.
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One of the first flowers to pierce winter’s grip, a family story chronicles my young sisters selling tulips to neighbors still wet with the dew from that neighbor’s own garden.