Marcia McClure, Our official Romance Novelist says:
Sage gently poured water from a bucket onto the dry ground at the base of the little rose bush.
"There now," she said. "Your roses should take to bloomin' in just a few weeks, Ruthie." Crouching down in front of the small tombstone, Sage reached out, letting her fingers tenderly trace the roughly engraved letters of little Ruth's name. "I'm bettin' they'll be smellin' like Heaven itself this year."
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