Awaken the HermitBut then, thankfully, spring comes, and beckons me outside once again.
Bloom, my darling trees. Mama will chant lovingly over you and sprinkle iron into your soil like a witchy woman.
Bud, ginkgo. Arise, my smoke tree. Unfurl, Autumn Blaze. Show mama your glory.
Zelkova, birch tree, hawthorne, willow. Wake up.
Lavender. Green grass. Judy Garland roses. Don't be shy. I'll take care of you.
We're hermits no more, you and I. The sun is warm. Let's play.
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