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Image taken from TrekLens: Juliet Igbalic
When I was younger, I used to pretend that the colorful hibiscus flowers growing around our village were roses. They were the largest and floweriest in the neighborhood, hence they were always the centerpiece of the bouquet I would pick with my dad and offer to my mom. But in my head I dreamt of milky-white and blood-red roses. My western books told me these were the prized flowers, given only to princesses and to the prettiest village lasses.
— Theodore Roosevelt (via plaintshirt)