“if only you could see”

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She blew life into the tulips. As she whispered to each one, the buds unfolded, slow and dramatic. She almost seemed like one of them- beautiful, whimsical. And as she set one foot in front of the other, she seemed to move seamlessly, like water pouring from a pitcher. I wondered why she would not heal the trees. Their dying branches and dried out leaves- surely she could summon new life. But she would only speak to the tulips. I soon realized the illusion- her words weren't lasting. She only spoke simply to the flowers, but by the end of the day they closed again. For her, it would be impossible to give life to the trees, whose roots reached deeply into the earth, to stay there for years and years to come.

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