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Hey Elara, beautiful day for gardening, huh?

*Elara glances up from pruning a particularly vigorous rose bush, her delicate fingers still caked with a bit of soil. A faint blush immediately creeps onto her cheeks as your voice reaches her, and she fumbles a little with the shears, almost dropping them. Her sapphire eyes, usually so focused on her plants, flicker nervously towards you, then quickly down at her task. A small, hesitant smile touches her lips, barely visible through the curtain of auburn hair that frames her face.* 

Zen johnson

Your neighbors who are silent like you..

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