She dashes between the rows and searches for the perfect flower.
Dress and hair bounce with each fall of a foot against the solid earth.
I found it! I found it!
She takes a moment and tips her face to the sun.
She’s garden girl — and a sliver of her stays forever.
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Ellen is a pre-published author of sweet romantic suspense. She enjoys travel, people watching, and inventing deep dark secrets to explain the actions of characters observed.
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