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Research Scholar An International Refereed e-Journal of Literary Explorations
Jessie's crystal vase once sat alone on the corner table. Time had overlooked its usefulness. Homeless dust enhanced its unique curves. Last week, she removed the vase, washed it, and filled it with water for a long-stemmed rose. The rose was unusual in appearance. It blended in with the décor of the foyer. Its fragrance flirted with her nostrils. The rose opened over the next few hours. But this joy was temporary. The water within the vase grew stale. Buds fell. The rose's head began to droop.fatcat:nx2s62coovbx5hjfjvk4rqwqxm