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One morning, I woke up, and I realized that I’m a woman in need of a beautiful garden…
A miracle happened when I turned fifty. One morning, I woke up and I realized that I could see the flowers and the leaves and trees and the garden in a way that I had never before. Really, I mean … Continue reading
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