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It may be that
all of us carry in our souls a memory of Eden, the
glorious garden where we came to know our Creator.
That could account for the attraction I've long
felt for gardens—resplendent in riotous colors
and tranquil in their shadowy private spaces.
Nanette and I take advantage of the romance of
gardens to enrich our love. We've sought out their
sheltered nooks to meet and talk and dream and
remember.
— Thomas
Kinkade
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