There's something therapeutic about THE IDEA of waking up at the rooster-crowing hour and sifting through aisles of roses, hydrangeas, phalaenopses and cherry blossoms - you would think. I surround myself (through no control of my own) every single day of my life with challenges, options, and forks in the road. But picking flowers and its accompanying packaging, at least for this one visit, took a semester-long-time to decide - and be happy with!
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