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A few weeks ago, she was all quiet promise — tiny buds holding their breath against the wind.
Now she’s bloomed, as if to whisper,
“See? I was never gone. Just gathering strength.”
The same plant.
The same soil.
The same care.
Only now — colour has returned.
Sometimes growth doesn’t announce itself.
It just shows up one morning,
softly, beautifully, fully alive.
— DJFotoPerfect 🌸
