The lost garden.

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and we sit here while everything unfolds and spreads out and blooms and explodes with life everywhere, and we take in the scent and the colours and the joy and the beauty and the hope that soon it’ll be our turn to become alive again, not realizing that, unlike the flowers around us waking up to the sun, our roots have already died and we’ve already begun to decay.

if not now, when?

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