By Damsel

26/02/2016 12:32

Sur le blog Damsel In Dior

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By Damsel

I’ve been sitting at the desk all morning and just as my stomach hit a growl and debated going inside for some lunch, I looked out over the garden and a beautiful little butterfly caught my eye. I’ve always believed butterflies to be quite symbolic and I think it’s from the long summers I would spend with my Granny in her rose gardens. Granny was famous for her beautiful roses and I spent countless afternoons playing “make believe” between the dozens of rows that were bedded throughout her big backyard. The smell of roses, mint and lemon verbena would kiss my nose as butterflies often danced around Granny and I. She would almost always have...

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