A flag amid a garden of roses

As she walked through a garden of roses

a thorn took piece of her dress… Her arms were not a match for the force in a tiny thorn.

The more she tried to drag her dress out of its grasp the deeper the tear.

She had to keep walking… She tore out a piece of her dress and left it as a flag… Perhaps the next traveler will walk here more collected than she was…

A flag amid a garden of roses…

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