Tuesday I donated three roses. I put them in a vase, but no water. When the next morning I noticed they seemed already the result of a summer funeral. Struck by guilt, I have immersed in ice water and put out, forgotten. When I found, fresh and ready to bloom, I realized that I had been forgiven.
We look at these wonderful generous and I, that to learn forgive me I spent over 40 years, while they were enough one day and one night.
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