Freedom from the fear,
Joy in the day, sunlight on my back, the fragrance of a rose seeping into the senses.
Challenges ebb and flow as we walk the path of life. Our feet are lifted off the ground, so we’re carried by the faith of the promise of more to come.
Roses are the culture of a past and present memory, I carry with me as a proof of a glory on towards a freedom ever known.
Our people gone before us, most known but some unknown…. Our Lineage carry our history, yet can become undone, with perseverance and joy our line is resewn.
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