Shrinking violet
orchid blooms again and grows
as love flows over.
Dear Janice I like what I see, and this to me, is gentle -beauty Love duncan X
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Ah...I can still see your green fingers dripping with paint as they shape me into being and I come alive on canvas. The orchid longs for your touch...willing to blossom just for you. As Captain Picard observes: 'Make it so...! ' And so I boldly go where no man has gone before and split the in-fin-i-tive. love Donall Donall