Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. — Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. — Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. — Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. — Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art. — Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
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Wild roses are fairest, and nature a better gardener than art.

— Louisa May Alcott, A Long Fatal Love Chase
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