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72 How Does Your Garden Grow? No matter when I look at flowers, they’re always saying hello. That’s all they do. Most repetitions bore me dull before they blur into annoyance: the way a barber’s scissors never stops talking or how reverberating tides surrender in white murmurs to a shore. But flowerbeds in bud or blossom thrive on repetition all their lives. The more they bloom the more they seem to flourish in the blooming. Some days I see them as defiant flags from all the countries of the world. On other days they look like brides and bridesmaids smiling for photographers and wanting nothing more than to be beautiful. ...

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