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“I pinched tendrils of periwinkle at the roots until they hung in long, limp strands, and grabbed a dozen bright white spider mums. I wrapped the periwinkle tightly around the base of the mums like a ribbon and used florist's wire to create loose curlicues of the leafy groundcover around a multilayered explosion of mums. The effect was like fireworks, dizzying and grand.”

Quote by Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Book:The Language of Flowers
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The Language of Flowers

This book delves into the rich history and cultural significance of flowers, using them as a metaphor for human emotions and relationships. more

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Vanessa Diffenbaugh
Vanessa Diffenbaugh

Vanessa Diffenbaugh is an American author of novels, born in 1978. Her works are known for their deep character development and engaging storytelling. Diffenbaugh's novels often explore social issues such as the challenges faced by teenagers, family relationships, and identity. more

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