The Rose
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3 min readOct 2, 2020
Can time heal all wounds?
It was there when I came home from grocery shopping. A single rose with a note attached hung from the door. The note simply stated: I’m sorry. It was a beautiful full bloom red rose which fell to the floor when I opened my door. My hands were full, one with keys, the other with the shopping bag. I could’ve put down my bag, I didn’t.
