Beauty






 A red rose turned blue, do i prefer the original colour or the manipulated one, i belueve both bring different qualities to the eye of the beholder. The red one might speak to me of passionate embraces or the love of a friend, it's fragrance awakens me to a deeper level the natural beauty of life and the joy it offers.  The purple rose speaks to me of intensity, saturation and royalty.  At this present moment i am struggling with my life challenges, my passion lays in shards scattered in infinate crevices waiting for me to gather them together and create a new story, a new way of living after the shock waves of having a diagnosis of cancer.  How does one start ovet, how does one walk without fear and embrace life with gusto?

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