Roses are supposed to be cooling flowers, that calm the fiery Pitta.
I am packed! Back pack, mat, bags and cake in the suitcase!
Packed and peaked. My body moves in languid slow motion as a sprinter coming to the starting blocks after having run three practice trials already. Again! the sargeant barks.
And finally, a rose sunset one could love languidly.
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