The bouquet was left to dry in its perfection. A downy film of dust covers remembered white petals, so fragile a small breeze would scatter their curls across the ground. If you look closely you will see the beauty I think of as Miss Havisham's roses.
Macros for a winter's day.
"So!" she said, without being startled or surprised; "the days have worn away, have they ?" Charles Dickens ~
Great Expectations ~
Celebrating the 200th Birthday of Charles Dickens
Haha-I too quote many things as to being Mrs Havishams !!!
ReplyDeleteRain ~ Miss Havisham is a wonderfully drawn character, but I can't imagine you are like her at all!
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