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I broke down there, in the grass, as the seeds from the packet fell from my hands and scattered around me. The garden had been a place of healing for me always, but now it would also be acquainted with my pain. As I sobbed, and fat raindrop tears dirtied the precious soil, I wondered if it would ever be a healing place for me again, or if it was spoiled now.
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