Peering out the window, I find myself looking that girl.
That girl who is always down there.
That girl lives in the apartment next door I think.
Hiding behind the old junked sofa and the rusty stove.
She brings a bucket of water each day, removes a sheet of plastic and sits.
I would say that she is growing something, but nothing has grown in the garden of Rose Manor for centuries.
She sees me looking, quickly replaces the plastic and runs away.
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Hope for the Future
General FictionA novel about community change, that starts with a single girl.
