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enigma

enigma

The way she’s remembered is in part due to the seedling sprouted between arrival and departure.

“Everything’s a cultivar,” she always said, but not with limitation to food.

Believing she didn’t want to be known she wore costumes of enigma, but the only person she’d become a secret to was herself.

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