A couple of weeks ago, my partner here on the phone lines , Chapman, was offered dozen thrashed roses which Chapman brought to work to live out their last remaining days. Now, Chapman is one of those rare being who finds beauty n many things which other might over look: so it was with these “Tim Burton” roses.
The roses sat in their green vase by Chapman’s terminal even the water the in which the roses stood no longer gave any refreshment resemblance to life . Then Chapman laid hem out on the counter tops like dead soldiers. The petals have crisped now and become brittle requiring anyone who handles these roses to handle them with care because even in their death they retain a mystical kind of beauty.
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