Two of my greatest loves: roses and the ocean.
I saw these roses during a walk when I lived at the beach, washed up on the rocks along the channel. It made me wonder how they got there, what the story was. Were they thrown into the water in a fit of anger? For good luck? Had a bouquet thrown during a wedding aboard a yacht gone overboard? Had they been part of a burial at sea? We had roses when we buried my Dad's ashes at sea. They're such beautiful flowers, my favorite of all. How did they end up washing up on some rocks just short of the Pacific Ocean? I wish they could have told me their story.
Hoping everyone has a great day with the people, places, and things you love!
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