grow

from the ground up


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4.TWELVE.17

Get closer.

The magic is about to begin.

Dig deep, my darling.

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3.TWENTY-EIGHT.17

Tiny bouquets picked.

They were berries, beads, treasures.

I gathered, she did not flinch.

Instead, she taught me the name.

Grape Hyacinth.  Muscari.

I will do the same.