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... he main road, where the cobblestones gave way to a gravel path lined with flowers that had no business blooming this vigorously in early spring.
Celestia noticed the flowers first.
Not because they were extraordinary — they were ordinary enough, a tumbling border of pale yellow and white along either side of the walk — but because of the ’care’ in them. Someone had planted these deliberately, maintained them, watered them when the border soil gave nothing freely.
The same ...
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