Bought plants at Marton’s Nursery, brought them home. Digging grass took hours, then tilling soil: clean slate. Body sore, meaning time for rest. Laying on the garden bed, I planted myself.
Roots twined around me, tickling. Arms too heavy to lift. Legs deep below ground. Flowers sprouted, drank rain and shared nutrients. Days passed, months, years. Life felt better outside. It began feeling like there was more out in such a world, well beyond what society thought of as living.
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