A Morning mist cleared over the garden. The breeze barely brushed the leaves around Nea's favorite flower. She only had a few minutes to watch. The morning glory bloomed right before Nea reached the patch of leaves which had fanned out in the sunlight. A tiny pink rose bud peaked from the shade of a dew sprinkled leaf. She knelt down and watched a drop as it trailed from the center of the leaf down the stem. If she watched closely, the drops appeared scattered like rain. Each drop seemed to shine through the soft rays streaming through the trees. Nea noticed these small details right before she left for work. Sometimes having a garden gave her all the time in the world.
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