Rose
The Rose Movie & Schooner Larinda
Rose where's her roans heavy jacket while running through time past her Sons launched Schooner by witch was launched using a crane and does not even realize it because she is going the speed of light. The owner of the crane that Rose's son used to launch his boat did not even know he was dealing with high technological beams of light to launch the boat. No one rose up to see that Rose was even there, because everyone that was there where to busy dancing. The funny thing is there was an ocean of people close by the ocean watching the boat launching, what about Rose? It is not like there was a major snowy storm or royal ball or something. Rose was visiting from the future. Rose did more then braking the atom using a chemical compound such as amine to get the job done. Rose used acres and acres of land to create her time machine the machine itself had a set of royal rails by witch where a major noisy undertaking that arose many people throughout the time while creating the machine. Rose's husband Lawrence also had a large part in the participation of the whole project. Lawrence was the sole owner of the idea. The idea came about when Lawrence noticed a violet light shining on Rose's roans heavy jacket, the light created a unique violet glow that Lawrence never saw before in all the time he had been alive. When Lawrence saw the unique light he looked to where it was coming from. The light was coming in the front door just ask me more...
Respect Light at night, for to much light can speed up your life...
As fast as the Speed of Light!
I chose not to control day or night, but let the shadow of the night flow through time like water through a vine...
Drip by drip thaw shell not trip... While you only see drops of light at night rest your head roses are not red in the night. The drips of light at night are to tame the red not to see, but to feel... For when the Sun rose it created the red in a rose... When the shadow is gone the rose glows with the warmth of light that shows the red smell in a rose...Here are my toes!
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