#fresh flowers sydney

[susanaveryworld]

How are fresh flowers Sydney-wide delivered fresh?

Sydney loves fresh flowers! But how do they stay so alert during childbirth? Let's discover the secret of fresh flowers in Sydney.

Early Morning Harvest

Fresh flowers in Sydney begin their journey at dawn. Florists and farmers pick flowers early in the morning. This time is crucial because the cooler temperatures help preserve the moisture and freshness of the flowers.

Fast Delivery

Once these fresh flowers are picked, they are shipped quickly to local florists. Speed ​​is the key. The faster the flowers reach the florist, the fresher they stay. Special refrigerated trucks are often used to maintain the optimum temperature.

Specialist arrangements

Skilled florists work in the flower shop. They expertly arrange the flowers, ensuring that every bouquet looks stunning. They also cut stems and remove wilted petals. This meticulous care ensures that only the freshest flowers are delivered.

Special packaging

Packaging plays a big role in keeping flowers fresh. Sydney florists use special tubes filled with water and packing materials. They keep the flowers moist and protected during transportation. Some even use biodegradable materials, keeping the process environmentally friendly.

Timely Delivery

Timing is everything. Sydney florists offer same day delivery services. This means the flowers will be delivered within hours of being arranged. The faster the flowers reach you, the fresher they are.

Watering on the go

During delivery, flowers are kept in water tanks or sprayed regularly to maintain hydration. This simple but effective step ensures they stay fresh until they arrive at your door.

Final Tips for Recipients

When you receive fresh flowers in Sydney, put them in water immediately. Cut the stems and change the water every other day. This helps to extend their life and keep them fresh and beautiful for longer.

Fresh flowers Sydney-wide stay vibrant and beautiful with a combination of early harvest, immediate delivery, expert care, special packaging and on-time delivery. These flowers are also used as sympathy flowers. Enjoy your blooms knowing they've been carefully cared for every step of the way!

[seniouesbabes]

Lily Maymac 🌸🍒💋🌸 I love fresh flowers 💐

@camillawithlove

[thefloralstylistblog]

Forty Baskets

A bright pop of colour carefully crafted to brighten anyones day. A stunning use of colour, tones and texture all complimenting the final composition. If you are looking for colour, then this is the one to choose.

Our Forty Baskets bouquet is inspired by colour - content may vary

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Why the name - The location of ‘Forty baskets’ is local to our Balgowlah, Fairlight and Balgowlah heights customers - Its a tiny little beach facing the harbour.

- You now also have the option to add a beautiful premium botanical paper wrap to your wrapped bouquet or vase of blooms + $10 for premium wrap (we will choose a paper to beautifully compliment your bouquet)

NOTE: Due to the increased wholesale cost of Imported roses your bouquet may or may not include roses on your chosen day of delivery. It will definitely be to value and will look stunning. We apologise for the inconvenience.

Where possible we always support our local Australian flower growers. This includes growers from Peats Ridge, Dural, Arcadia, Mangrove, Horsley Park and Melbourne. We love supporting our local flower growers whom are often 2nd and 3rd generation family businesses.

[chefkids]

There is going to be another table scene.

And something is going to go very very very wrong.

Carmy kicks the beverage cart that was brought to Sydney's dad. Originally, I thought this was on the same night he got out of the freezer but now I can see the table set up is different from Friend & Family night. The table by the kitchen window had 4 seats but now it has only 2.

We see Carmy meticulously setting up the table and setting the scene for this special night event, making sure every glass is perfectly in place and candles are lit and the flowers are fresh. But what is going to happen that will leave him alone and pissed off?

We've seen him set up dinner before for Claire. Though he really didn't seem to put much effort. The cups were stacked, the table was dirty and full of crap. It wasn't even in his actual dining table, just the kitchen table.

Is he going to make dinner for Sydney and is she going tell him she is going to leave and reject his partnership? Or worse. Reject him?

Or Is it an important business dinner with Unc? Money trouble maybe?

Or God forbid another Claire moment?

Or perhaps even his mother, although I am hesitant to say that because there are wine glasses that look used. However, we do see Carmy in what appears to be the same sweater as he is wearing in the restaurant when he is at his mother's kitchen. Those are the same cookbooks and same red tiles. Is he going to go to her after things go wrong at his dinner?

Tables can be happy.

But I am sad and scared to say, that I do not think this one will end well for Carmy and most likely Syd.

[neighbourscat]

𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐄𝐓 𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐏𝐄 , spencer cassadine

EVERYONE HAS A QUIET ESCAPE.

𓈒  ˙ ꪆৎ   ꣹  ۫  𖨂 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 . .. . estate owner!spencer c. X estate chef!black!fem!reader. || second person ( you, yours, you’re ) + lowercase intended.

+ synopsis. making breakfast was your way of reaching out, of letting him know, wordlessly, that he wasn’t alone. it wasn’t about the food itself but about giving him a moment of comfort, a pause from everything weighing on him .. a quiet escape.

+ cw. mature language! & indications of social status difference between spencer cassadine and black!reader. || other than that, no warnings! ( a lot of italics! & sorry if my writing of spencer cassadine is poor and inaccurate, i haven’t watched general hospital enough. the storylines are so confusing to follow /: )

+ nali’s notes; food is a love language! reader is heavily inspired by ayo edebiri || sydney adamu from the bear! reader is three flowers tall! so gen-z, so hilariously awkward, so silly, so dorky, so sweetie & so patient with cranky spencer cassadine. such a doll! reader loves sza & chappell roan & beabadoobee! i love writing a reader who rambles a lot. wordcount :: 4.0k+

+ more; short does not follow any specific plotline of general hospital!

+ to be played: normal girl, sza. || alternative: there she goes, the la’s.

EVERYONE HAS A QUIET ESCAPE.

LAWRENCE, NEW YORK || DECEMBER 4, 2023

the king’s market stood at the very edge of lawrence; a small town within a big city .. . where the paint peeled off old brick buildings, and faded signs creaked in the december wind. yet, despite its weathered exterior, the supermarket was lawrence’s unexpected gem ( as was shawnda’s boutique, toni’s kitchen, minnie’s nails, the sullivan community college, that dunkin’ on mccarter road, brunch box, and express deli ) — a place that managed to thrive against all odds. its large windows glowed warmly under flickering neon lights, as if the store itself were proud of what it held inside.

you skid to a harsh stop — your brother’s old navy blue bicycle croaked with each pedal, it practically begged to be thrown into a junkyard — and immediately lose balance. you caught yourself before the tumble could come; the bottoms of your ragged, black vans scraping at the concrete and your thumbs accidentally brushing against the bike’s bells . .. . the scratchy ringgg alerted the cluster of pigeons, causing them to flap away, and made the mother pushing her big-enough-to-walk-on-his-own toddler side-eye you.

“mornin’ . ..” you raised a shy hand in apology, leaning your brother’s aged bike against king’s dried bike rack. you snatched up your bundle of reusable tote bags from the screwed-on basket and dug into the jumble for the bicycle’s lock; the new one ordered from amazon. “o .. kayyyy,” you sung to yourself, wrapping the chain link over a rack pole. hearing it click and seeing that it remained in place, you let out a deep breath .. relieved.

king’s market is quiet, but it’s a comforting quiet, broken only by the hum of old refrigeration units and the faint rustle of a distant shopper. sunlight filtered through the small, high windows, casting a soft glow over the shelves and illuminating specks of dust floating lazily through the air — king’s market was different from what was expected. though the aisles were narrow and the checkered linoleum tiles were cracked and crumbled and lifting out of place, each row and shelf was organized perfectly.

a faint scent of earth and herbs drifted from the produce section, where vegetables sat stacked in bright, fresh columns. local greens glistened with a crispness that rivaled any high-end market over in port charles ( you believed ), their colors vivid against the worn wooden bins. tomatoes were perfectly ripe, their skins taut and glowing, and bunches of parsley and dill leaned together like old friends, filling the air with a sharp, green fragrance.

in the far back, there was a small bakery nook filled with golden loaves, round bagels, fluffy croissants, beautifully-decorated cupcakes and soft cookies made with old-fashioned love, managed by antonella cardenas. beside it, a mini flower-shop section . .. . you’ve made it your business to circle by during your early morning grocery-runs.

you ripped the bud from your ear and let the wire hang down your front, dangling and brushing against the puff of your dark-green winter jacket. “tev?” you gave the worktop a knock, not too loud but hard enough to be heard throughout the mini-kitchen. tevin’s butcher counter was simple but spotless, manned by an old man who knew every cut by heart, arranging steaks and chops with the precision of an artist.

“tee-tee?!” still, nothing or no one came to you — you knew the mini-kitchen was open. the lights were on and the faucet was running. “i’ve got some .. fucked-up, jacked-up, cracked-up shit to tell you, tev.” you were careful with your curses, not giving them their regular intensity and over-exaggeration. “tevi?! it’s work shit!” crickets. that usually worked. you stopped knocking on the cold counter and dropped back onto your heels. “i know you can hear me, tevin,” spoken under your breath and while you were unraveling your wired-headphones.

and you started onward . .. realizing that it might’ve been a good thing tevin wright hadn’t come out to the register. you weren’t the best at lying on the spot. you had a little tell of it; while for many, it was laughing or evasive smiling or rapid blinking or coughing and clearing their throat, avoiding eye contact; like looking up at the ceiling, or those self-soothing gestures or being too fidgety with their fingers and clothing, you overused defensive phrases: like “honestly,” “to tell you the truth,” or “believe me”.

with sza’s ‘sweet november’ playing faintly in your ears .. you stand in the center of a narrow, softly lit aisle; shelves of hand-drawn packaging designs, others in plain jars that let the rich red or green hues of their contents do the talking. your hands hovered over two jars — one labeled locally-made marinara, the other a small-batch pesto. your fingers grazed the cool glass of both as you considered them, your full brows knit in thought. it’s just .. fucking pasta sauce, you could hear your mother’s grating voice. pick up a jar and go.

you lifted one jar, squinting at the label, as though weighing the memories each flavor might stir up. a faint smile tugged at your lips as you remembered how your father would make a whole affair out of selecting ingredients, debating over spices and sauces as if it were a high-stakes decision. are you kidding me? this is ridiculous. you are just like your father. half-insult.

you set it back down, you reached for the other choice, your gaze thoughtful as you further debated which would give your evening dish that extra something — sza’s song of past experiences fading into chappell roan’s love me anyway — you set that jar back into place and grabbed the third option. the one with the hand-drawn design. it was cute and you made a mental note to peel the wrapping off before use.

PORT CHARLES, NEW YORK || DECEMBER 4, 2023

the kitchen of the cassadine estate was a masterpiece of traditional russian design, combining rustic elegance with a sense of historic charm. the kitchen was a vast, open space dominated by an enormous central island, topped with dark, veined marble that has been polished to a mirror-like finish. cabinets of deep, rich wood line the walls, their surfaces gleaming under the sparkle of hanging iron chandeliers with exposed filament bulbs that cast a golden light over everything.

every detail exuded craftsmanship: the hand-carved moldings, the wrought-iron handles on each cabinet, and the aged brass fixtures that gave the room a touch of vintage grandeur. pots and pans of shined copper hung in neat rows from a ceiling rack, their warm glow offset by the cool, tiled walls in muted creams and grays, which add a subtle neatness.

a massive stone hearth sat against one wall, its archway adorned with intricate, hand-laid tiles. within, a wood-fired oven emitted a faint, smoky scent. to the side, a marble-topped counter held a selection of oils and aged vinegars kept in glass jars, each label handwritten in russian script.

large windows near the farmhouse sink overlooked the estate’s gardens, letting in natural light that poured across the butcher-block counters and casted shadows on the tiled floor. this floor — worn but immaculate — was ice cold underneath your soaking wet polka-dot socks. in one hand, your pair of vans ( fiona mccall, the estate’s lead-housekeeper, and her team were stern and meticulous in ensuring that the grand halls, ballrooms, libraries, staircases, and more importantly, the floors remained pristine ), your phone with the letterboxd app still open and dropped into a shoe, in the other hand; your grocery tote-bag you were to keep in the employee mini-fridge.

you faked a bad cough, in attempt to fake clear your throat — “sorry, goodmorning .. mr. cassadine.” — still, you grabbed his attention. spencer cassadine stood at the central island with his elbows resting on the chilled surface, his head lowered, lost in thought. the weight of family expectations pressed heavily on him, and the stillness around him offered a brief moment of respite .. before hearing your voice, of course.

your presence filled the room with a sense of . .. . play and awkwardness. spencer studied you: your winter jacket over a simple, faded-once-graphic t-shirt, wrinkled mom jeans, hints of gold jewellery, your box-braids loosely tied back with baby pink crochet yarn, giving you that .. ‘relaxed’ look, he guessed you were going for. it wasn’t effortless, it was messy. spencer’s gaze switched to your shoeless feet .. as did your own eyes — you took one large step to the left and landed behind a counter, only letting your upper half show.

“fiona-ms. mccall, i mean,” you began, your shoulders tense and your arms cramping from the hanging shoes and bags of groceries, “and those-sorry, your floors, sir. she’s serious ‘bout ‘em, that one. i mean, her team too. they’re like .. so serious about th’ floors .. i had’ta walk around in my socks-“ you stopped before continuing on. seeing him stand there with that signature blank, cold look on his face only shut you up ( you opted not to speak on how you dropped your dunkin’ coffee on the way here ) and drove sickness deeper into your heart.

you looked away from a moment, taking a shaky breath. “i should, uhm ..” you faced him again, “sorry, mr. cassadine .. my arms are, like, getting ready to snap off. like, actually.”

spencer watched you waddle off into the shared-employee closet. he straightened a bit, his fists carefully drumming at the marble surface as he waited for your return — though, he wouldn’t admit to anyone that he had been ‘waiting’ for you. after a moment, he took a step aside and tilted his head slightly, giving himself a clear view into the employee closet; with its array of lockable, highschool-style cell phone lockers . .. . you were shoving your winter jacket into the available top shelf, struggling on your tip-toes.

when you landed on your heels again, spencer took his previous position; leaning against the central island — “so, um . ..? sorry, but why are you back here, anyways?” you called out, but gave spencer not even a second to process the question. you peeked your head out of the employee closet, braids no longer tied back but cascading over your shoulder. “sorry, this is your family’s kitchen. you have, uhm .. every right to be back here. sorry.” you disappeared into the employees’ closet again, leaving spencer to be alone and to .. somewhat try and understand you.

“you apologize a lot?” he asked, his voice steady and even. not a question, but more so a statement.

dropping your hands from your braided bun, you moved away from the wall mirror and out of the closet saying: “trauma response,” unapologetic and freely, fixing your white button-up and fresh apron, “i can’t help but feel bad for a person literally every-time i-“

“what?” a deep grumble. too forward. he’s not one of your friends, you reminded yourself. you can’t speak to him like he’s on your level — rather, like you’re on his level. “sorry, mr. cassadine.” again with the sorry.

spencer huffed and in a low tone, “you can stop with the ‘mister’.” not a request, but an instruction. unsure of what to say next, in bad habit; “i’m sorry?” his eyes narrowed and you bit down on your lower lip, stopping yourself from the ‘m’ word and the ‘s’ word. “i actually get asked about that .. like, a lot. the ‘s’ word, thing. i’m kind of working on it. kind of.”

“kind of?”

“mhm-yeah. takin’ it day by day . .. . kind of. you know what i mean?” no comment, no further movement. your shoulders drooped, but you were okay. you were in an okay mood this early, december morning even after dropping your dunkin’ coffee. you had on new, warm socks and had beabadoobee in one ear — “you still use ..” with a hand, spencer gestured toward his own ear, “wires?”

you stared down at your phone, the adapter snug in the charging port; ‘pictures of us’ by beabadoobee at its first full minute. the slander on ‘wired headphones’ was so unnecessary and so childish. without thinking: “i’m sorry?” you paused a moment to recollect and what looked to be a smile began tugging at spencer’s lips. “i mean-who doesn’t? .. who doesn’t like wires?”

“many people.”

a weird chuckle, “what? literally so many people like wires. i don’t-? what is so wrong with wires?”

“what isn’t wrong with wires?”

“i don’know? that’s why i’m asking you ‘what’s wrong with wires’?

“everything.” and that was that. spencer had the last word, though you disagreed completely. silence fell for eight seconds, maybe nine, before he asked; “what are you, uh ..?” shoving his veiny hands into the front pockets of his dark jeans, “who are you listenin’ to, anyways?”

“beabadoobee.” you paused the song. “her beatopia album. it’s so good, seriously.” a part of you considered sharing the unused earbud, but that would require closeness and sharing wired headphones was an intimate gesture, a chance to bond with another — that couldn’t be done with airpods or those chunky beat headphones. “i’ll come over to you-you just stay there.”

spencer met you halfway around the marble island, going against your statement without a second thought. the gap between you and spencer was intentional, on both ends. he kept himself from standing too close, as did you. “okay, so, if bea’s not your cup of tea, or, uhm, you don’t like her sound or somethin’ .. justttt, uh, don’t say anything-y’know?” spencer listened intently, hands at his sides and the soft skin of his fingers rubbing the stitches of his dark jeans. “sorry, that wasn’t exactly ‘polite’-“

“play the song.”

“mhm. yeah.” your index finger tapped down on the rewind button .. pictures of us started, the acoustic guitar entrance soothing and inviting — “the words take awhile to, um . .. actually begin, sor-nope.” spencer smiled faintly at your effort, giving a light thumbs up. you appreciated the gesture, warmth slowly growing within your chest, causing you to chew the inside of your cheek.

with the pad of your thumb, you dragged at the progress bar, watching the thin line skip forward in small jumps, stopping at the right mark. you let your finger rest, satisfied as bea’s lyrics finally filled the air.

“i’ve watched that.” right under the music widget had been a notification from letterboxd: w-katie02 liked your review of the elephant man ( 1980 )! “it’s one of my favorites,” he continued, almost hesitant. “yeah?” a little, genuine smile as your fingers brushed the edge of your phone. “yeah.” spencer ended there, seemingly restricted; as if he’d just given something away he hadn’t meant to.

“do you have letterboxd?” just the most important app on your cellular device. well, one of them, certainly. by the glint in your eyes, spencer could feel the unmistakable love you held — because for you, it was so much more than just a platform; it was like a never-ending journal of emotions, insights, and memories. your perfect profile was filled with entries — some thoughtful and delicate and passionate, others scattered and messy and raw, like snapshots of your silly life in film. you’d spent many hours logging your thoughts after each movie, capturing how it made you feel, who you’d watched it with, what kind of day it had been . .. . you never missed a detail.

“what’s a .. letterboxd?” you unlocked your phone in under a second — “it’s like goodreads, but for movies,” you said as you clicked the app open. spencer, though confused and having never heard of goodreads, kept his lips locked and waited for your explanation: “letterboxd is immediate, like no other platform.” you held out your phone and he took hold of it; mindful of the need to avoid physical contact.

“social media in a way that’s like-“ spencer’s finger swiped up and you inched inward, lifting onto your tip-toes to watch as he did so. “-ultra safe and super cuddly. there’s no politics, close-minded straight men, or mentions of global crises, the sad stuff essentially, y’know? .. well, okay, actually-i guess, if you’re on the wrong side-“

“there are sides?”

“so, it’s . .. . yeah.”

“mm.” — pictures of us faded into don’t get the deal — your gaze shifted between his working finger and his face. you didn’t know what he’d been doing exactly, but you paid attention to how his eyes zipped side to side under his eyelids and how his brows lightly scrunched and how he sniffled softly every now and again and how his tongue darted out to bring moisture back to his lips. and in this very moment, this quiet moment of, what you assumed was nothing, he looked . .. . approachable. it surprised you how easily he fit into this small moment, his attention focused on something so trivial.

spencer cassadine — extra polished, effortlessly confident, someone who belonged to a world you’d only ever seen from a distance — handling your phone as though you and him were two equals. the four fingers of his right hand nearly covering every collected sticker.

to you, he really was someone you had heard about in passing, the kind of person with a surname people spoke of in hushed tones, heavy with history. he seemed so different up close, less like a distant idea of wealth and reputation, and more like just .. a person, with his own subtle quirks and quiet intensity — it felt like a rare glimpse beyond his guarded expression, easing the image you’d carried of him.

you tried not to overthink it, letting yourself just be here, grounded by the purr of the kitchen and beabadoobee in the background and the heat of his presence . .. .

then came a muffled ping; spencer returned your phone and retrieved his own from his back pocket. that dry, somber demeanor was back and whatever that quiet moment was, was long gone. you clicked off beabadoobee — your eyes searching his face for a hint of what could have been troubling him. “can i make you something?” a sweet offer. a sweetness that spencer cassadine had not known, or been at all familiar with.

he blinked up from his screen. “what?”

“have you eaten breakfast yet?”

spencer shook his head.

“food always helps.” just as you pivot and circled the counter, he spoke: “i’ve already taken too much of your free time. i’ve interrupted your routine,” clearly trying to brush off your sweet offer, though his stomach growled in response to the idea of food.

“it’s fine.”

“i can’t let you ..”

“seriously?” you stopped in your tracks, barely smiling. “come on, seriously. c’mon. i can prepare somethin’ quickly. i don’t mind, really,” you reassured. and spencer felt a flicker of thankfulness at your inclination; you weren’t offering to impress him or because he was who he was, but out of the kindness of your heart. “thank you.”

with a nod, you moved to the large refrigerator, opening the door with purpose. you pulled out a few eggs and some vegetables, your movements deliberate and calm. the rhythmic sounds of your chopping and sautéing completed the kitchen.

as you worked, spencer was leaned over the counter .. having just downloaded letterboxd and putting together his own movie lists. he found your account, remembering the username in the top left corner, and added a few of your saved movies to his new “to watch” list. “how long have you been cooking for?”

“mom put a knife in my hand at five, so i’d say since then,” you replied, glancing up briefly and laughing seeing the concerned look on his face — you weren’t joking. “it’s therapeutic,” you said then, eyes down again. “i find real comfort in it-a quiet escape, like my letterboxd. plus, feeding people is a nice way to show you care.”

your words struck a chord with him. he could see how the kitchen was your sanctuary, just as it had become a momentary refuge for him. “i can understand that,” he admitted, his gaze wandering to the window, where the light falling snow touched down and melted. “i’ll find my ‘quiet escape’.”

“you don’t have one now?”

“unh-unh.”

“that should be impossible. what do you look for when you need a moment?”

“i walk around and sit in silence.”

“that sounds awful.”

“it’s not the worse thing ever.”

“no, i guess not. but what do you love to do? like really, truly love to do-imagine, ‘kay, it’s your very last hour alive .. ‘nd you’re trapped in a dome with only th’ materials needed for your number one hobby, what is it?”

spencer’s mind went blank for a few seconds. he didn’t write, he didn’t read, he couldn’t draw, he couldn’t paint — “i like the gym.”

“okay .. cool.” you smiled and scratched at an eyebrow, “um, but seriously. what’s the hobby?”

“.. nothing.”

“-shit.”

“yeah.” a hopeless shrug. “i never got into an art or instrument. nothing that requires serious skill and talent.” spencer turned off his phone and held his hands together, fingers interlocking.

“well . .. a hobby doesn’t have ‘ta require serious skill or talent. and it doesn’t necessarily have ‘ta be an art.” you told him, matter-of-factly; knowing and practical. “like bird-watching. don’t have’ta be in your sixties to do it.” dropping your spoon onto a paper towel, you went for one of the five spice cabinets and dug inside. “i collect cool things.” you were a collector of very fine whatchamacallits, doo-dads, and trinkets; which ranged from mail stamps, pink paper clips, buttons of all shapes and colors and sizes, unique beer bottle caps, and stickers — your junk-sticker phone case is evidence.

“what-like rocks?”

“sometimes. marbles too.”

“marbles?”

“marbles.” firmly, “mancala pieces.”

“what’s a mancala piece?”

“y’know ..? mancala?”

“what’s mancala?”

“what’s mancala?” in disbelief, you released a defeated sigh and shook your head. “i have a mobile version, i can explain the game after this.” yyou stretched your arm over and with a knuckle, tapped down on your phone screen; you had little over an hour left. “jus’ta confirm, i will be explaining the game.”

no objection.

“but back to hobbies-“ spencer heard your voice and instantly flipped his phone back over. “-what’s an instrument you’ve wanted to play?” piano, there was no need to think about it. the first time spencer had heard a piano, the melody was soft and almost a whisper, beckoning him away from the clamor of the gala crowd. he drifted toward the sound, drawn in as if by a spell —

— he saw the grand piano in the corner of the room, its sleek black body gleaming under the warm lights. a man was seated there, his fingers gliding over the keys with such fluid grace that spencer could hardly believe it . .. . and in that moment, he felt an overwhelming urge .. not just to listen, but to touch the keys, to know how it felt to draw out a sound so moving and pure. but he was only a child, and the instrument seemed impossibly large, as if it belonged to another world.

and years passed .. life had filled up with other obligations and distractions, and the closest he’d come to a piano was brushing his fingers over the keys of one owned by a close friend or at another sprawling event. but every now and then, when he heard the low throb of a piano in a restaurant or wherever, he felt that same pull, that longing that had begun in the corner of a crowded room so many years before, waiting patiently for him to return.

“piano,” he answered. though he had no idea what happiness looked like for him, he was sure that starting with piano would make that discovery easier — he was so incredibly detached from himself and the more you spoke to him, you could tell.

“i know you can learn,” you said, kindly.

“i don’t have the time.”

“not even five minutes? you can download an app and start slow .. memorize piano stuff.”

“you have a piano app?”

“no, but i can find one for you.” his dark eyes brightened imperceptibly. “i bet there’s a lot. there’s an app for everything .. unfortunately .. kind of.” you mumbled the last bit, plating his breakfast with care. “.. here. simple, but it’ll help.”

in grabbing himself clean silverware — for the first time, he felt the possibility of letting someone in, even if just a little.

[insomniakisses]

Sports Omegaverse Scents!

Football -

Manu - Coconut and Jasmin

Steph - Amber and Driftwood

Beth M - Watermelon and Rain

Viv - Almond

Katie - Salted Caramel Apples

Caitlin - Dark Chocolate

Lia - Roasted Marshmallows

Leah - Freshly baked bread

Alessia- Coffee and Floral Shampoo

Lotte - Gingerbread and rain

Kyra - Biscoff and Hot Chocolate

Ella - Honey and Cocoa

Grace - Sandalwood

Mary - Old Spice and Musk

Mini - Fresh Scones and Blueberry compote

Beth E - Leather

Charli - Sugar Cookies

Hayley - Ocean and Forrest

Sam - Cigarettes and Vanilla Protein shake

Niamh - Fresh cut grass and rain

Aggie - Parchment and Vanilla

Nathalie - Carnival Sugar Donuts

Lucy - Warm Vanilla and Expresso

Guro - Mangos

Jessie - coffee and books

Sydney - Apple Pie and Custard

Lena - Brown Sugar and Blueberries

Georgia - Sugar Waffles and Maple Syrup

Jule - Strawberries and Cream

Laura - Berries and Chocolate

Mapi - Citrus, cinnamon

Alexia - Old spice

Ingrid - Amber and Flowers

Ona - Pumpkin Pie

Cata - Axe Body Spray (Woody Aroma)

Aitanna - Champagne and Raspberries

Jana - Fabric Softener and Linen

Élisa - Cappuccino and Fresh Pastry

Sakina - Peaches

Rugby -

Nic - Cinnamon Apples

Sam - Peaches and Gun Powder

Ilona - Mint and Grass

Hockey -

Caroline - Funnel cake and Strawberry

Hannah - Cedar wood

Basketball -

Nika - Nutmeg and Amber

Paige - S’mores and Lily

Azzi - Fresh linen and Lemon zest

Georgia - Baked Cookies

Aubrey - Cucumbers and Rain

KK - Coconut oil

Morgan - Pencil Shavings and Lavander

Jana - Coconut and lychee

Kate - Fresh Rain

Caitlin - Citrus and Pine

Sabrina - Spiced Whiskey

Emily - Campfire and honey

Juju - Mango and Orange zest

Hailey - Caramel Fudge

[choicescommunityevents]

Thank you for joining our first Choices Picnic! It was a lovely event!

Here is how our picnic turned out:

10 fandom members contributed to

28 MCs, OCs, and LIs joining the event who brought

15 different types of food

10 different types of drinks

21 different types of desserts

15 different games/activities

[Event prompts and info] [Full list of community prompts, polls, and quizzes]

Who joined the picnic? [x]

@cadybear420

Aiden x Evie

@dr-colossal-pita

Ethan x Oliver

@gutsfics

Noah x Devi

Thomas x Avalon

@jerzwriter

Ethan x Kaycee

Tobias x Casey

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia

Keiki

Mal x Daenarya

Thomas x Alex

@masked-alien-lesbian

Aislinn x Verity

Hana x Raelyn

@peonyblossom

Ajay x Matty

Emmett x Brooklyn

Ethan x Sydney

Thomas x Jackie

@pulpitude

Mia

Lia

Joss

Linc

Abel

@trappedinfanfiction

Ethan x Celia

Trystan x Sophia

@tveitertotwrites

Derek x Charlie

Ethan x Claire

Thomas x Brooklyn

Tobias x Adelaide

What will we be eating + drinking? [x]

Food

Banana Chips with light maple syrup

Buttermilk Fruit Scones

Charcuterie Board (2)

Chips

Fresh Baked Bread

Fresh Vegetable Quinoa Salad

Gamja-Salad

Grilled Meat Skewers

Ketchup Chips

Korean Fried Chicken

Pasta Salad

Pizza

Pineapple

Sandwiches (2)

Strawberries

Trail Mix

Drinks

Alcoholic Drinks

Cabernet Sauvignon

Chocolate Milk

Coconut Custard Pie

Fruit Salad

Nanaimo Bars

Non-Alcoholic Drinks

Orange Infused Cold Brew

Sodas

Strawberry Lemonade

Sweet Cocktails

Sweet Iced Tea

Wine selection

What are we eating (desserts) [x]

Apple Pie

Berry Pinwheel Pasteries

Coconut Cake

Cookies

Fresh Fruit Popsicles

Fruit mixed in pudding, yogurt, whipped cream

Golden Griddle milkshakes

Haupia

Honey Cake

Lemon Cake

Mint Ice Cream Sandwiches

Pie

Pup Cups

Red Velvet Brownies

Red Velvet Cupcakes

Rum Cake

Strawberry Cheesecake Parfait

Weed Brownies

What are we playing/doing? [x]

Badminton

Capture the Flag

Charades

Drink Mixing

Enjoying flowers

Frisbee / Disk Golf

Frisbee with pups (2)

Horeshoes

Karaoke

Kite Flying

Lawn Chess

Nature Crafts / Flower Crowns

Paint and Sip

Toss + Catch

Volleyball

What's our picnic playlists? [X]

What 3 things are a picnic must? [X]

How will a little rain impact the event? [x]

How did MCs, OCs, and LIs document the event? [X]

What else was submitted?

I was going to make a masterlist, but since most entries were just reblogs to the community posts it seemed silly... especially since all the extra entries were mine 🙈. Felt weird making a masterlist for just me! If more individual works are added, I'll make a separate masterlist.

@lovealexhunt / @theartoflovingthomashunt / @storyofmychoices

Bryce x Olivia picnic (art)

Bryce x Olivia beach picnic (edit)

Mal x Daenarya beach picnic (edit)

A Late Night Picnic (Mal x Daenarya) (writing)

Thomas x Alex Hollywood sign picnic (edit)

@peonierose : Art on the Beach with Bryce x Luna

[fancyschmancyopinions]

SYDNEY SWEENEY at the Miu Miu Lunch on May 22nd 2023 in Cannes wearing MIU MIU

I absolutely loved Sydney's look at the Miu Miu lunch. It was fresh and pretty, a really beautiful and fun dress. The look is giving a bit of Sophia Loren vibes.

I really loved this entire outfit. Her hair is a beautiful messy updo, and I love the blue eyeshadow that matches the dress. The dress is a beautiful color, and I love the knee length. The white flowers are simple, but it really looks like a perfect dress for early summer.

[ladespeinada]

Tagged by @postmodernau to share an excerpt for WIP Wednesday 🌟

Technically, my only WIP at the moment is my Tina / The Bear fic, Before The Next Teardrop Falls, so the excerpt beneath the cut is from that. I have various bits & bobs for other The Bear fics that I’ve taken a step back from for the time being, happy to share snippets if people are interested (and because I kind of want to share what exists but also don’t want to finish anything just yet, lol). 

Marcus & Luca, Long-Haul Truckers AU (thank you, Orville Peck)

Only You, Darling sequel 

Sydcarmy “divorce” fic

Sydcarmy canon divergence where they meet in NY during Syd’s food tour 

Won’t tag anyone explicitly but if you’re working on something and you want to share a snippet, please feel free to use this post as an excuse! 👀

“Hey, Chef, is there like, a family shelf or something?”

“Shelf?” 

“Si, como, la comida extra para usar para comida familiar,” Sydney asked kindly.  

“Ah, si, la comida familiar. Fuck off,” Tina spat before stalking off. 

Sydney looked all of 15. Tall and slender, with her braids pulled back with a bandana. She moved through the kitchen with only the barest hint of hesitation. She loomed over Tina, both in stature and in stance. Her voice in Spanish was soft and girlish and that was the final straw. Tina hated her already.

Tina knew she was being unfair, but her self-awareness wasn’t going to get in the way of her annoyance. Carmy and Sydney were glaring reminders that Mikey was well and truly gone, and never coming back, and she couldn’t forgive them for it. 

She had fooled herself for months, as the weather turned warmer and spring erupted in flowers and rain, that he was just on vacation. Maybe moved, temporarily. Just taking a break from The Beef, and he’d be back, eventually. 

She imagined him near water, having traded the shores of Lake Michigan for an actual beach. Maybe Hawai’i, maybe California, taking up surfing and eating fresh fish every day instead of the mountains of beef they went through. Maybe the coast of Italy, swimming in the Mediterranean, the prodigal son returning to his ancient home to fucking finally learn Italian. 

But there was no longer space for Tina to fool herself, not with two new bodies flowing through the ragged system of the kitchen, not with every seat taken during family with no space left for Michael Berzatto. He was gone, and he would stay gone, and nothing, no one, could ever, ever change that. 

[susanaveryworld]

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[backpockct]

INTRODUCING SYDNEY “SYD” MÜLLER  WRITTEN (AND LOVED!) BY CORRIE

MILENA TSCHARNTKE. SHE + HER  / have you ever heard of THE REELING by passion pit, well, it describes SYDNEY MÜLLER to a tee! the twenty six year old, and FLORIST AT MY LITTLE PEONY was spotted browsing through the stalls at portobello road market last sunday, do you know them? would you say SHE is more RESERVED or more GENTLE instead? anyway, they remind me of peaceful and quiet early mornings, waves lapping against a shoreline, bouquets of fresh wildflowers and hair tied back with a ribbon, maybe you’ll bump into them soon!

triggers: mentions of murder, infertility, depression and divorce

THE BASICS:

full name: sydney claire hayes (née müller, uses her madien name professionally)

nicknames: syd 

birthday: 3rd april 1996 (26 years old)

gender: cis woman (she/her)

sexuality: heterosexual

relationship status: married(ish) to wyatt hayes ( @pullumtendies​​ )

BASIC INTRO: 

sydney was born and raised in london, she’s lived here all her life, she’s the middle child of three. she’s got an older sister and a younger brother.

her father is german and her mother is from the uk, they met through friends, when her father was doing a study abroad year in london and the rest was history. 

when her mother was pregnant, they were told that they were going to have a boy. so they picked out the name sydney, they really liked it, but then surprise, she wasn’t a boy.

but they really liked the name sydney, they thought it suited her and so the name stuck. a lot of the time she just gets called syd. 

she’s always had a passion for the outdoors and flowers, making little bunches of flowers for family members & loved ones!!

syd decided randomly one day that she wanted to be a florist and she’s stuck with it ever since. now she works as the assistant florist at my little peony, she loves it!!!

when she was ten years old, she locked eyes with a young man across the school playground, wyatt hayes, she was smitten. 

that was it, the pair became inseparable, they started out as best-friends and eventually as they got into their teen years, they began to dating. 

things got incredibly serious, when wyatt’s parents were murdered, obviously syd stood by him and supported him.

a few years after his parents death, the pair got married, they were very young but neither of them cared, they wanted to do this. 

they were happy for a few years until they decided that they wanted to have kids, that hasn’t worked out for them.

they TRIED A LOT but every single attempt was met with nothing, which was very upsetting for the both of them. 

syd became depressed, worried that there was something was wrong with her, she struggled to tell wyatt how she felt. 

the more they tried, the more arugments enused, more tears, wyatt started sleeping on the couch. 

eventually the pair decided it’d be good for them to have some space from each other, so wyatt moved out.

they’ve danced around the idea of divorce but they are still very much in love with each other and she doesn’t want to end things, she doesn’t want to loose him.

WANTED CONNECTIONS: 

siblings:

friends:

childhood friends:

good / bad influence:

neighbours:

co-workers:

if you’d like to plot with any of my muses then feel free to hit me up on discord @ corey in wetherspoons ™#0678. thank you!!

[thefloralstylistblog]

Florist Choice - small gesture bunch

Can’t decide? Leave it up to us to create a gorgeous selection for Mum

Choice and composition will be selected by one of our florists - Seasonal flowers and foliages will be used.

Petite in size and wrapped the Copper Beech way

[pastoraleflower]

Celebrate love with beautiful #Valentine's #Day #Flowers in #Sydney! Our carefully selected bouquets and arrangements are perfect for expressing your heartfelt emotions. Surprise your loved ones with fresh, stunning blooms delivered right to their door. Order now for unforgettable moments!

[deliveryflorist]

Flower Subscription Sydney: Transform Your Space With Regular Floral Deliveries

Keeping your surroundings vibrant and inviting has never been easier than with a flower subscription in Sydney. Whether you're sprucing up your home, office, or sending consistent gifts to loved ones, it offers a hassle-free way to enjoy fresh blooms regularly. These services bring beauty to your doorstep, adding a touch of elegance to your everyday life.

In this article, we explore how flower subscriptions work, their benefits, and why they are gaining popularity in Sydney.

1. What is a Flower Subscription?

1.1 Understanding Flower Subscriptions

It is a service that delivers fresh flowers to your door on a regular basis. Depending on your preferences, you can choose weekly, bi-weekly, or monthly deliveries. Most services offer flexibility, allowing you to select the type of flowers, the arrangement size, and the frequency of delivery.

This is an excellent option for individuals who love the charm of fresh flowers but don’t want the hassle of repeatedly ordering them. It ensures your spaces stay lively and fragrant with minimal effort.

1.2 Types of Flower Subscriptions

There are several options to choose from when selecting:

Seasonal Subscriptions: Perfect for those who enjoy the freshest blooms of each season.

Customised Subscriptions: Allows you to pick specific flower types or colour themes.

Special Occasion Subscriptions: Ideal for keeping your calendar stocked with floral arrangements for birthdays, anniversaries, or other milestones.

2. Benefits of Flower Subscriptions

2.1 Convenience and Consistency

One of the key advantages of it is the convenience it offers. Once you’ve subscribed, you don’t have to remember to place orders—fresh blooms arrive at your doorstep like clockwork. For busy individuals in this city, this ensures your home or workplace is always adorned with beautiful flowers.

2.2 Cost-Effectiveness

Subscribing to flowers often comes with discounted rates compared to one-time purchases. Many florists offer exclusive benefits to subscribers, such as free delivery or complimentary upgrades. Over time, this can save you money while ensuring you never compromise on quality.

2.3 Sustainability

Reputable flower subscription services often source their blooms from local growers, reducing the environmental impact of transportation. Supporting these services contributes to the local economy and promotes sustainable practices.

2.4 Health and Well-Being

Studies have shown that fresh flowers can boost mood, reduce stress, and improve air quality. Regular deliveries of fresh blooms not only elevate the aesthetic appeal of your space but also contribute to your overall well-being.

3. Choosing the Right Flower Subscription in Sydney

3.1 Local Florists vs. Online Services

In this city, you’ll find numerous local florists offering subscription services alongside online platforms that cater to wider audiences. Local florists often provide a personal touch, with bespoke arrangements tailored to your preferences, while online services focus on variety and scalability.

3.2 Customisation Options

When selecting a subscription, consider services that offer flexibility in flower choices, arrangement sizes, and delivery schedules. Customisation ensures the flowers complement your taste and the vibe of your space.

3.3 Reviews and Recommendations

Before committing, explore reviews or seek recommendations from friends or colleagues. A flower subscription in Sydney with a strong reputation for reliability and quality will ensure your experience is nothing short of delightful.

4. How Does Flower Subscription Work?

4.1 Initial Sign-Up

To start, select a flower subscription plan that suits your needs. This involves choosing the frequency of deliveries, the arrangement size, and any specific flower preferences.

4.2 Regular Deliveries

Once subscribed, fresh flower arrangements are delivered directly to your doorstep as per your schedule. Most services also offer reminders or updates to keep you informed about upcoming deliveries.

4.3 Flexibility to Pause or Cancel

Most services allow you to pause, skip, or cancel your subscription without hassle. This makes it a risk-free commitment, ensuring you only pay for what you need.

5. Popular Uses for Flower Subscriptions

5.1 Home Decor

Elevate your living spaces with fresh flowers that add a pop of colour and sophistication. It ensures that your home always looks and feels inviting.

5.2 Corporate Spaces

For offices, fresh flowers create a welcoming atmosphere for clients and employees. Many businesses subscribe to floral services to maintain a professional yet warm environment.

5.3 Gift Giving

Want to surprise a loved one regularly? It makes an ideal gift that keeps giving. Whether for anniversaries, birthdays, or "just because" moments, consistent deliveries of flowers make anyone feel cherished.

Conclusion

A flower subscription in Sydney is the perfect way to bring regular bursts of joy and beauty into your life. With flexible options, sustainable practices, and the ability to transform any space, it’s no wonder these services are becoming a favourite choice for people in this city. Whether for personal use or as a thoughtful gift, subscribing to fresh flowers is a simple yet impactful way to enhance your daily routine. So, why not brighten your day—or someone else’s—with the magic of flowers.

[t0rschlusspan1k]

We took long walks along the coast, lonely and remote and unborn. The weather was mild and full of life, we never got tired of the shore, finding shells for hours that the Pacific had rolled gently on to the sand. Lawrence religiously read the “Sydney Bulletin.” He loved it for all its stories of wild animals and people’s living experiences. The only papers Lawrence ever read were the “Corriere della Sera,” in the past, and the “Sydney Bulletin.” I wonder whether this latter has retained the same character it had then; I haven’t seen it since that time. It was our only mental food during that time. I remember being amazed at the generosity of the people at the farms where we got butter, milk, and eggs: you asked for a pound of butter and you were given a big chunk that was nearly two pounds; you asked for two pints of milk and they gave you three; everything was lavish, like the sky and the sea and the land. We had no human contacts all these months: a strange experience: nobody bothered about us, I think. At the library, strangely enough, in that little library of Thirroul we found several editions of Lawrence’s condemned “Rainbow.” We bought a copy—the librarian never knew that it was Lawrence’s own book. Australia is like the “Hinterland der Seele.” Like a fantasy seemed the Pacific, pellucid and radiant, melting into the sky, so fresh and new always; then this primal radiance was gone one day and another primeval sea appeared. A storm was throwing the waves high into the air, they rose on the abrupt shore, high as in an enormous window. I could see strange sea-creatures thrown up from the deep: sword-fish and fantastic phenomena of undreamt deep-sea beasts I saw in those waves, frightening and never to be forgotten. And then driving out of the tidy little town into the bush with the little pony cart. Into golden woods of mimosa we drove, or wattle, as the Australians call it. Mostly red flowers and yellow mimosa, many varieties, red and gold, met the eye, strange fern-trees, delicately leaved. We came to a wide river and followed it. It became a wide waterfall and then it disappeared into the earth. Disappeared and left us gaping. Why should it have disappeared, where had it gone?

— Frieda von Richthofen, Not I, but the Wind... (1934)

[ozfrieght]

Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney: A Key Solution for Your Business Needs

When it comes to transporting perishable goods, reliability and precision are essential. That’s where Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney play a crucial role. Whether you’re in the food industry, pharmaceuticals, or any other sector that deals with temperature-sensitive products, having access to specialized refrigerated transport ensures the safe delivery of your goods. In this article, we’ll explore why investing in professional transport refrigeration services in Sydney is beneficial and how it can help your business grow.

What Are Transport Refrigeration Services?

Transport refrigeration services involve the use of vehicles equipped with cooling systems designed to maintain specific temperature conditions during transit. These vehicles, often referred to as refrigerated trucks or trailers, are critical for transporting items that require refrigeration or freezing. The Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney industry ensures that these vehicles are equipped with state-of-the-art technology to monitor and control temperatures effectively.

Sydney, being one of the busiest cities in Australia, demands high-quality refrigeration transport services to support the smooth movement of goods. From fresh produce to pharmaceuticals, the need for timely and secure delivery is growing. With the help of transport refrigeration services, businesses can avoid spoilage, waste, and loss while ensuring that their products remain in pristine condition.

Why Are Transport Refrigeration Services Essential for Your Business?

Maintaining Product Integrity One of the primary reasons for using Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney is to maintain the integrity of temperature-sensitive products. Many products, including food, vaccines, and chemicals, require a controlled environment to prevent them from spoiling or losing their effectiveness. With the right refrigerated transport, you can ensure that your products arrive at their destination in perfect condition.

Compliance with Regulations Businesses that deal with perishable goods must comply with strict health and safety regulations. Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney provide vehicles that meet industry standards for transporting goods safely and securely. Adhering to these regulations is not only important for legal compliance but also for building trust with customers who rely on the quality and safety of your products.

Reduced Risk of Spoilage Refrigerated transport minimizes the risk of spoilage by maintaining a constant temperature throughout the journey. This is especially crucial when dealing with fresh food products like meat, seafood, dairy, or even flowers. Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney are equipped with temperature-controlled systems that allow you to set and monitor the exact conditions needed for your goods.

Faster Delivery Times By choosing a reliable transport refrigeration service, you can reduce delivery times, ensuring that your goods reach customers quickly. The advanced technology used in these refrigerated vehicles allows for faster transit without compromising on the quality or safety of the products. This is particularly beneficial for businesses that need to deliver goods across Sydney or even to other regions of Australia.

Key Benefits of Using Transport Refrigeration Services in Sydney

Efficient Fleet Management Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney providers often operate fleets that are equipped with modern refrigeration units. This means that you can choose the vehicle that best suits your specific needs, whether you require a small van or a large truck. These services also provide fleet management solutions, ensuring that your products are always delivered on time and within the right temperature range.

Cost-Effective Solutions Many businesses assume that refrigerated transport is expensive, but in reality, it can be a cost-effective solution when considering the potential losses from spoiled goods. Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney offer competitive rates and flexible service options, allowing businesses to tailor their transportation needs according to their budget. Additionally, the investment in refrigerated transport pays off in the long run by minimizing product wastage and boosting your reputation for reliability.

Advanced Monitoring Systems Today’s refrigerated trucks are equipped with advanced monitoring systems that track and adjust the temperature in real-time. This means that you can receive updates on the status of your shipment, ensuring that everything is running smoothly. Whether you’re transporting food or pharmaceuticals, these monitoring systems provide peace of mind, knowing that your goods are being kept at the optimal temperature.

Professional Expertise Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney providers are experts in managing the logistics of transporting temperature-sensitive goods. With years of experience in the field, they understand the complexities involved in maintaining the perfect environment during transit. By working with these professionals, you benefit from their knowledge and expertise in managing refrigeration needs, ensuring that your goods are always transported under the best conditions.

How to Choose the Right Transport Refrigeration Service

Choosing the right Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney provider is critical to the success of your business. When selecting a service, consider the following factors:

Reputation and Experience Look for a provider with a strong track record of delivering reliable refrigeration transport services. Check customer reviews and ask for references to gauge the quality of service.

Fleet Condition Ensure that the service provider operates a well-maintained fleet of refrigerated vehicles. A well-maintained fleet reduces the risk of breakdowns and ensures the safe transportation of your goods.

Temperature Control Technology Advanced temperature control technology is essential for maintaining the quality of your goods during transport. Choose a service provider that offers real-time temperature monitoring and ensures compliance with industry standards.

Cost and Flexibility Compare prices and services from different providers to find the best value for your business. Additionally, look for flexible solutions that can accommodate the unique needs of your products.

Conclusion

In a fast-paced and competitive business environment, ensuring that your temperature-sensitive products are transported securely and efficiently is more important than ever. Transport Refrigeration Services Sydney provide the necessary infrastructure, expertise, and technology to keep your products fresh, safe, and compliant with industry standards. By partnering with a trusted provider, you can enjoy peace of mind knowing that your goods will arrive on time and in perfect condition, every time.

For reliable and professional transport refrigeration services in Sydney, visit Oz Freight.

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