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Roaming the garden lonely again.
No flowers blossoming or leaves falling—brown and faded.
The flowers and leaves have no sense of spirit.
No sense of place.
They struggled one more season.
The barriers they face can be unbearable.
What do they do?
How do they survive?
The sky is gray with no rays of light.
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