« When the first winter frosts begin and all nature falls asleep, little porcelain buds delicately open. The Christmas rose then unfolds its most beautiful colors for the biggest pleasure for the eyes. Its fragrance is not the strongest, but its beauty in the heart of winter leaves no one unmoved. » By BastienSuch weird leaves, it looks like mold. By Anthony
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