The Park, Thursday Evening
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Harley was coming to visit this weekend - the joy of knowing she'd be Here as well as There had been enough to cover the pain and discomfort of the past few days. But endorphins could only keep such pains at bay for so long.
Tonight, the discomfort made her restless. She'd been locked up in the lab for whole days at a time, with her own garden the only escape. It didn't fit Pam well. She needed this - the feeling of life around her, persisting.
She strolled through the park in the hour before sunset, a bag of seeds in hand - Stylophorum diphyllum, mainly, but also other native flowers that would settle in the soil during the winter and rise come spring. Every now and again, she'd stop, check the soil, and spread them.
Sometimes the cure for impending fatalism was just this: planting seeds in fall, and with them, the hope of joy in spring.
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Tonight, the discomfort made her restless. She'd been locked up in the lab for whole days at a time, with her own garden the only escape. It didn't fit Pam well. She needed this - the feeling of life around her, persisting.
She strolled through the park in the hour before sunset, a bag of seeds in hand - Stylophorum diphyllum, mainly, but also other native flowers that would settle in the soil during the winter and rise come spring. Every now and again, she'd stop, check the soil, and spread them.
Sometimes the cure for impending fatalism was just this: planting seeds in fall, and with them, the hope of joy in spring.
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