Sunday, May 1, 2011
Bulls-eye
I don't think we have such peculiarly marked flowers such as this in my native homeland of Australia. It's either that, or my brown thumb kills just about any living plant there is. Or I am confined to my room by the horrible schackles of social torture impose upon me by the government. It's called, "learning".
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