Rose took a sabbatical from her work, but finally a few weeks ago she had picked up a paintbrush and began to work her magic on watercolor paper. The peace of mind and tranquility returning enough to let her enjoy the process once again. Her mind was happy to settle on the task in hand once more and her agent had been thrilled. Always encouraging and ever understanding. She was healing, she was finally back to being more like the Rose they all missed.
*She smoothed her hand over her satin dress and the warmness of her stomach, feeling that usual surge of satisfaction and happiness as she admired the scene before her. She loved standing here looking at this view when the world was just waking up. It brought her so much peace and tranquility now. Something that this place had been lacking l
