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... adorned with a small basket holding a single marigold. Hung with obvious care. No card was present, but the scent of her by my door told me who’d sent them.
> I recall my hand lingering near this variety of flower when we played that guessing game, so maybe that was to blame. <
I pulled the bloom free, its petals still soft despite the journey and wait in the hall. She must have left it not too long ago. The timing even felt like providence - or perhaps the Lunar Goddess h ...
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