Wildroses Stories

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"They call me the wild rose, but my name was Elisa Day. Why they call me it I do not know. For my name was Elisa Day" Beauty does not last forever. It fades and wrinkles like the wild, red roses that grow down by the river. He could not bear to watch her beautiful face the same fate as the rose he held in his hand.

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