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It is summer in Denmark. The roses in my garden are blooming, and the scent of the beautiful flowers will fill the air especially in the charasteristic nordic evenings where the light of the sun disapers around 10 pm.
I have a lot of different roses in my garden. A row of pale pink ones, which are old roses probably as old as my house from 1924. I have a purple wild rose from my parents garden. Some white ones I got at my 40th birthday and they are now climbing in an arch at the entrance to the garden and soon I will plant some charity-roses from the organization Zonta and support womens life and indepence around the world, but there is one rose in my garden, which is a daily joy and pleasure. It is yellow with red an pink shade colours too and its scent is so powerfull that you will have to stop and just inhale it whenever you pass.
Some years ago when I turned 35, i invited all the women who had crossed my why to celebrate my birthday with a brunch-party. I was surrounded with...
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