relationships
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You only wrote to me once, like planting a message in a place you had no intention of ever returning to. The silence should have been a quiet closing of a garden gate. But my hands clear dead leaves to search for another message, thinking it might be hesitant to bloom as if you were…
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One moment you believe your garden is flourishing, then a gardener walks away, and you are left with silence and an emptiness you never thought possible, but here’s what is extraordinary about abandoned gardens. They grow what they want. It doesn’t matter that this red rose appeared in the middle of a daisy patch or…
Black Ink and Parchment 