gertrude stein has secured her place in literature with "a rose is a rose is a rose". What then, may i propose, the morning after, about a rose?...those rosy hues & blues...over water...at home and in town as the sun comes up in weymouth...

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A ROSE

IS A ROSE

IS A ROSE

(on the morning of the first of august, twenty-twelve)

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