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  • Tucked into a corner of my backyard is a small patch of green where an English rose is growing. This rose moved with me from the garden where I first planted it, to a house I later shared with a husband, and now to this home where I live alone. Encouraged by the appearance of errant sweet pea seedlings, I coax the vines up a trellis, toss beach glass into the succulents, and pay homage to what was once cultivated, and now grows untended.
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