Today I knelt on cold concrete, bowed my head,
breathed the perfume of the first spring iris
as if I was praying.
Iris
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Today I knelt on cold concrete, bowed my head,
breathed the perfume of the first spring iris
as if I was praying.
Life in the Fresh Air 
Ah, delicious, Sarah! Thank you. 🙂
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