Te saluercomme on lance un bouquet d’oeilletsl’étésur des dalles fraîches.Prononcer ton nomcomme on allume un feudans une rue déserte.Te touchercomme on touche le painquand lui seul fait vivre. - Claude de Burine
When life hands us a beutiful bouquet of flowers we stare at it in cautious expectation of a bee.
The bride's about to throw her bouquet," Mom told me the day after she turned 96. "Come on, June, get me up there!" (She stole the bouquet and kept it.) - Nora 102 1 2 A Lesson on Aging Well by June Shaw