The Gardener

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A garden. Big and beautiful. Filled with plants that she takes care of. She waters them, and helps them and talks to them. Helping them not feel lonely. One day her rose bush tripped her. She had cuts on her knees and the roses snickered. She tended to the sunflowers and the lilacs before treating her wounds. The next day she again was tripped by the rose bush. She said "oh rose bush, you'll learn that hurting me isn't going to earn you any extra water"

They didn't

Day after day, her knees where tore up. And her legs wanted rest. But she had to take care of her garden.

One day her legs had had enough. She then had to move away. Leaving the garden and the rose bush behind.

The sunflowers yelled at the rose bushes, as did the succulents, lilacs, and everyone else. For they had lost their love. And it was their time to wilt away.

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