First flower, marking the rhythm of the seasons, heralding the coming of spring, its name a reminder that winter is not yet flown. The delicate white a contrast to the dark damp earth. A patient garden that didn't forget its promise, even when the blossoming seemed too impossible to believe. This garden in the middle of the city, this small promise hidden away in a central courtyard. A quiet beauty, worthy of a steady gaze.
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