Me and the wild flowers, it's a love story that started since the 80's. Mom used to take me to the aintoura hill (korne) for the afternoon snack with grace and tante mela. We used to run, pick wild thyme for 3ejje (omelette), anemone, cyclamen, marguerite et coquelicot (i don't know the flowers name in english sorry), eat dabke (lebanese biscuit).
Life was simple at that time.
This vase is a tribute to GRACE :)
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