Little Rose That Could

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This is a rose that started to bloom before the temperature began to drop into the teens. I took this photo this morning, 1.3.2018 as a part of my three creative projects a day commitment. Even though the weather is an enemy to life this day, this rose persists and intends on being seen!








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