"but it had always been in a jar..." she smiled.
strangely heartwarming for someone to actually know where this rose (which she held so dearly) came from... her momentarily glow ~ was this attributed to the discovery of shared knowledge, or something that had been special simply because it was this particularly someone who noticed, knew and asked?
yet the vividness and realness of what she felt in the dream the night before kept her questioning... what a torn piscean.
