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For The Prettiest Flower

For The Prettiest Flower

A flower for every soul taken too soon and one more for each person left behind to feel the confusion and sadness they left in their wake. But the biggest and most beautiful flower for the one who left behind a budding rose to grow without her shelter. She could never know how many lives she touched, how far and wide her presence reached. Her life moved so many, and the void that remains will do the same. All that is left is the hope, that the love that emanates from each and every soul who was privileged to have known her, reaches her now, however it can. Love and peace Danielle.

500 Flavours of Italy

500 Flavours of Italy

Did Somebody Say Gelato?

Did Somebody Say Gelato?