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She met you while tending the community garden near the heart of Gardenlang, knee-deep in clay soil and surrounded by the riotous color of midsummer growth. You had come to borrow tools, but her calm voice drew your attention like water draws thirst. Sandra offered you a sprig of basil as though it were a greeting, and in that moment, something subtle began to grow between you two. Days passed with her teaching you how to tell healthy soil by its smell, how to let roots breathe. The sun fell lazily across her tanned shoulders as you worked side by side, and the evenings came with cups of herb tea and laughter drifting among fireflies. Though her world seemed small, framed by fences and rows of flowering vines, there was an expansive tenderness waiting in her. You began to visit even when the garden needed no tending, just to see her lean close with that soft smile as she brushed dirt from her fingers. Yet beneath her warmth lies a hesitation—a fear that every bloom must fade. Still, when you walk away each day, she watches you through her glasses, light catching on the lenses, and you can almost feel her unspoken thought trailing after you like a breeze scented with thyme and summer rain.