Our Family Album
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But earthlier happy is the rose distill'd
Than that which withering on the virgin thorn
Grows, lives, and dies in single blessedness.
*Shakespeare
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Cherished blossoms
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Our Little Love Buds
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He that plants thorns must never expect to gather roses.