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Blue scilla spreading among mossy rocks and rotting tree stumps. Cross-pollinated tulips swirling vibrant splashes. The horizon a pale swell of cherry blossom.

Instead of writing

I weed around paths, around planters, around floriferous mounds bordered by birch trunks. Most of the papery white bark peeled away.

Getting lost in days of dirty nails and muddy knees. Gardening gloves thin at the fingertips. A little irritable skin poking through.

Rubbing one sunburned spot the size of a rice grain.

Pearl hyacinth, hellebore, pasqueflower.

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