Flowers and candles decorated the base of the cross.
Each of us received our own little bouquet as we entered the cafeteria-turned-love feast. I brought mine home in a plastic water bottle; the rose and one of the yellow daisies are still sitting by my bed. (Okay, they're ready to go to the trash, but I hate to part with them!) Iknow that cut flowers are such a luxury...and a waste, right? They just wither and die as all these did by the next afternoon. But in the moment of their glory, don't they just scream LOVE?
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The cross made of flowers is beautiful!
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