A long and - well, not winding, but curving - road, with some atmospheric early morning mist hovering above the ground. An evening out of London with very old (in the sense of long-standing - and I mean it - in the case of one of them, about sixty years ...) friends was just what I needed. And in the kindest, and most appreciated gesture, I found this vase in the room where I was spending the night: a little offering from a dear friend who - a devoted reader of this blog! - remembered the miniature garden bouquet that my mother always used to have waiting for me when I visited. I can't begin to say how moved I was by this.
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