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She held a garden like a memory she refused

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Red roses, white blossoms, iris veins - every flower a fragment of something she once loved. She wasn’t just holding them. She was becoming them.
Red roses, white blossoms, iris veins - every flower a fragment of something she once loved. She wasn’t just holding them. She was becoming them.