A Lily's Name
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Last published Sun, Jul 7, 2013
'A rose, by any other name, would smell as sweet.'
But what about a lily? Roses are the symbol of love, and their soft perfumed scent is subtle and romantic. But a lily is stronger, more passionate, and its warm spice is so rough and textured, it has so many layers.
If a lily had a new name, would it be as sweet? Or would it become something entirely new...
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