A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet. — Eileen Granfors
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A few blossoms float into the room. They drop like frayed yellow ribbons on the gray carpet.

— Eileen Granfors
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