A young girl lived next to an old couple, who kept a fair garden.
One night, the man's wife died.
Each day after, he cut a flower & burned it.
So, she asked him, "she loved her garden, why do you kill it?"
"Their roots live," he said. "The flowers I'm sending to her in heaven."
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RandomUnrelated micro-memories, fragments of unseen wholes, funny shorts, and pieces of poetic insight. The footprints that stories leave behind. * * * * * My Notes * * * * * 'Chapters' are between 200-300 characters each. Some, though not all, are true s...
