I am sure there is some sort of beauty contest going on in the park Frank Delmas…the contestants have all put their immaculate make up on…the materials are opulent the perfume cannot even be replicated by Guerlain ...
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That is a very clever title Sylvie ……. illustrating so brilliantly the ephemeral nature of beauty, the fragile state we all exist in, the false sense of security that we have, the danger that lurks round every corner, our very existence possibly relying on the whim of a complete stranger ……. or perhaps you meant something else ………
Gosh, DaddyP, that’s so deep……I just see pretty flowers! 🙂
you are both right…especially Olga…:)
She loves me, she loves me not….she loves me, she loves me not….