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I could hear you, talking to the daffodils and tulips, whispering to the fairies that lived inside their petals. Each separate flower had a different family inside it.

Lucy Christopher

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Lucy Christopher
Age: 54
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WAL
Separate
Flower
Tulips
Lived
Daffodils
Inside
Daffodil
Hear
Fairies
Talking
Petals
Family
Whispering
Different
Fairy

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