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.
... >> PHILLIPS: Great. Thanks. Heather, the next question is for you. Comes from CB in New ...
... for your patience. And let's just get right into the questions. The first one is for Heather ...