More roses. It's the first time I've posted a picture of these particular ones, and yet the theme is the same: not our blooms; passed when out on an early walk; silent complaint against the number of other people out who are failing to wear their masks (though, to be fair, quite a few of these pull their masks up from around their necks when getting close to others. And who can blame them for keeping them down, in order to get some air, and not breathe in thick cotton combined with whatever soap one washed one's mask in the day before?). Walk; roses; repeat.
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