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| As I smell these real roses in front of me in this debut party, my smile disappeared when I was reminded that millions of plastics are thrown each day in the world. How could my grandchildren appreciate the beauty of God's creation when plastics have already poisoned the soil, water and the air? |
Monday, February 8, 2016
A rose is a symbol of love's sweetness which will be gone when we lose our love for nature.
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