When I leave, you can find me in the mini tornado of leaves around your feet.
When I leave, go down on your knees and feel me in the hum of the earth beneath.
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A young woman sang for freedom in the streets of Iran.
She sang knowing what could happen to her but she sang anyway.
In Iran, a woman singing in public isn’t seen as art. It’s treated as a political act.
That’s what courage looks like under authoritarian rule, ordinary acts turned into resistance because freedom is forbidden.
Rose blooms dusted in frost are a reminder of the intricate beauty of nature through all seasons.
Our English Roses have been bred to be as equally hardy as they are beautiful, making them tolerant of wintery conditions without much fuss.