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We have a small flower farm in the south of Denmark where we grow our flowers on organic principles, without any pesticides. We pursue slow flower movement and try to make locally grown flowers available on a market.

"Do you come from Heaven or rise from the abyss, Beauty ? "

"Exhales perfume soft as secrets

In a profound solitude "

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"That, seeing your imperious, nonchalant look"

Že mne teprve teď poznavaš?

“Ecstasy burst in her eyes and waves of pure delight raced over the floor of her mind nand she felt: 

It is enough! It is enough!” 

"His twittering flock, anaemic and unreal.

I could not find among such bloodless roses,

A flower to match my crimson-hued ideal. "

"And suddenly, in the midst of chaos there was shape; this eternal passing and flowing was struck into stability. ,,Life stand still here", she said.“ 

" What is the meaning of life? That was all – a simple question; one that tended to close in on one with years. The great revelation had never come. The great revelation perhaps never did come. Instead there were little daily miracles  illuminations, matches struck unexpectedly in the dark; here was one. This, that and the other.“  

"From God or Satan,

who cares ? "

"And never do I weep and never  do I laugh"

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