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The Garden You Left

I snaked around endlessly in our favorite garden, without you. The carrots eager to be picked. The tomatoes hoping they too will soon grow. And the mint leaves crying morning dew, asking where you went. I did not know myself, only that you were not in the garden with me that day.

The Garden You Left

I snaked around endlessly in our favorite garden, without you. The carrots eager to be picked. The tomatoes hoping they too will soon...

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