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Monday, March 15, 2010

Tulip For the most part, she kept to herself, well, she had no choice I’d say, she was a flower, and Tulip was her name. Tulip lived in a flower box, attached to a granite sill, beneath a large window that was part of a large townhouse, on Mulberry Street. Some clover had lived near her in the box,... Sign in to see full entry.

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