My birthday roses tell a story. Roses, like children, transform as they age. As newborns, we start our lives as malleable lumps of clay. Early Love and nurturance bring beauty to form. Life experience shapes us. In the end, we choose whether the end product is brittle or resilient. You can choose to give yourself the Love you never received. ❤️🌹🥰
Sending you Love,
Lisa Dawn 💖
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