When evening settled over the garden,
the flowers began to sing.
Not with voices.
With fragrance.
With movement.
With the soft sway of their golden bells in the wind.
Some called the garden magical.
Others called it a dream.
She called it home.
There, beneath the hanging blossoms,
time seemed to slow,
and the noise of the world faded into silence.
The flowers asked for nothing.
They simply bloomed.
And in their quiet beauty,
they reminded her that peace is not something you find.
It is something you grow.
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