Lake Lewisia #31

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In the twilight beds at the entrance to the Buried Gardens, the class on propagation coaxed reluctant succulent cuttings into new pots. The Woman in the Black Hat, absently checking the herb garden for sufficient magic and nitrogen, kept an eye on them. She noted the ones fit for home gardening only, as well as the ones perhaps fit for more, under whose hands the plants flushed and unfurled with potential.

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LL#31