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The soil was cold and damp beneath her hands as she patted the dirt down firmly. The hole had been far too big for such a small plant, so she had purchased some seasonal flower seedlings to fill in around the central attraction. She looked back with satisfaction at her work and decided it time to clean up. As she headed in doors she heard the doorbell. Answering, she was greeted by Tom from next door. “Hi Alice” he said, “is Pete around?” She smiled sweetly. “Yes dear he’s somewhere in the garden but he can’t be disturbed”.
About the Creator
Michael Saunders
Life is a story being written. We do not need to experience everything to imagine it. That is why stories can move us so.


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