Another Rose From Anne; Another Fine Shot.

• 21 Oct, 2012
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A rose by any other name changes not one wit its deep and thoughtful loveliness; soon to fade in withered, wrinkled tatters it leaves an ever-remembered moment of joy in the mind's eye. Fleeting though it be, as all living things, it ever calls to mind our own ever-sought but never found conscious sublime serenity.