River roses Two perfect white roses washed up along the estuary set me wondering and thinking about the rituals we invent, so I helped them on their journey out to sea. Share this:Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading... Related