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@tdc My response for today's

She pictured her garden, the one place she always wanted to be because it was there that she could be herself. He was pressing another flower in her hand, a token of apology, but all she could think about was the winding garden path. The way the hummingbirds danced. The endless movement of bees. The way the breeze made flowers dance on stems. She took one of the flowers from him, and watched it wilt, a petal tumbling to the floor.

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