| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - In my head, I am the sort of person who wafts gracefully among the roses, woven basket over one arm, snipping a cottagey pink here, a blood-red rose there, and maybe the sheer unadulterated luxury of a midnight-blue delphinium or lipstick pink peony (imagine giving yourself permission to actually cut diva flowers like that to bring indoors!).
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