One day my bestfriend had finished splashing around in the creek back home (35 degrees that day), and as we layed down in the sun on a large boulder to dry off, we began talking about our latest loves. Our conversation eventually made it's way to the idea of a perfect moment, a perfect hour, a perfect afternoon. While after a long discussion, we concluded between the two of us that a perfect hour or a perfect afternoon is not possible, we were torn on the idea of a perfect moment. So...
Do you think that perfect moments exists? If you've experienced one, please do share. I'd be interested in hearing what you have to say.
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Taranaki: "roses are wonderful plants,but they do attract parasites...and the harder you cut them back,the stronger they return.They smell sweet,their faces are soft and pretty,and they can defend themselves with sharp thorns where neccesary....but left untended,and without support,a simple gust of wind can leave them shattered....but not forever....the roots of the rose are strong,cut the wood back,and it will always bloom again."