I don't have no plant, I got a little girl, Rose Rose said, smiling.
heather colour:.
The Phoenicians slept under their piled grey rocks; the chimneys of the old mines pointed starkly; early moths blurred the heather-bells; cartwheels could be heard grinding on the road beneath; and the suck and sighing of the waves sounded gently, persistently, for ever.
... are gonna go in. >> PHILLIPS: Great. Thanks, Heather. So actually, ...
... to another issue that we're hearing a lot about, Heather, that's best--One question ...