A Rose is Just a Rose

by  Ginger Marin I was sitting reading at a table alone in a tiny coffee shop.  A man came up to me, excused himself and complimented me on my hair style.  He said “I can’t take it with me but i can give you this”, as he presented me with a rose, most likely ripped from a nearby bush.  It was quite a lovely red … Continue reading A Rose is Just a Rose