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| The bulb could not wait for me. Looking for sun! Don't worry, the bulb is free. |
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| Late this afternoon, I heard the ice hitting the deck. |
“Every gardener
knows that under the cloak of winter lies a miracle … a seed waiting to sprout,
a bulb opening to the light, a bud straining to unfurl, and the anticipation nurtures
our dream.”
Barbara Winkler
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