There's an eerie orange glow in the sky tonight. And the air is cool, though a bit sticky.
I'm not trying to give excuses. I just picked one. And then another. And then I thought "my goodness, I'm a rose thief!" so I picked a few more.
I'm soft though - I only took from bushes which had some to spare. And you could say that night is a bit of a soft time to be taking roses. Those with real guts steal in daylight. Though if we're speaking of softness, why bother with stealing roses at all?
But the dark has its own magic...
I couldn't really tell the colours, so I chose by scent. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
I also think it would make a good book title. But maybe only for a book that's not about roses.
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