Pink Power

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Winter winds blow harsh,
undeterred, delicate pinks
embrace Spring’s promise.

(For Cee’s Flower of the Day)

10 thoughts on “Pink Power”

Cee Neuner says:

February 28, 2019 at 9:48 pm

Beautiful photo for the day 😀

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Hélène - Willow Poetry says:

February 28, 2019 at 7:42 pm

Beautiful photo, great promise!

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 28, 2019 at 11:08 pm
  
  Thank you. Spring is coming!
  
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  1. Hélène - Willow Poetry says:
    
    March 1, 2019 at 11:50 am
    
    Wonderful, not here yet.
    
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  2. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    March 1, 2019 at 4:43 pm
    
    Canada is supposed to jump right into spring, according to the weather network. My fingers are crossed.
    
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  3. Hélène - Willow Poetry says:
    
    March 1, 2019 at 8:16 pm
    
    Really, that sounds encouraging. When…?🤣
    
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  4. V.J. Knutson says:
    
    March 1, 2019 at 8:53 pm
    
    Mid march, I read…but who knows.
    
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Prior... says:

February 28, 2019 at 6:13 pm

I want to embrace that promise too – 😉
Ha

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1. V.J. Knutson says:
  
  February 28, 2019 at 6:31 pm
  
  Me three, lol.
  
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  1. Prior... says:
    
    February 28, 2019 at 7:07 pm
    
    😊🌸
    
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