scrubjayspeaks | Lake Lewisia #1062

He had always regretted his black thumb: fond as he was of plants, and research though he might, even the most reliable species could be depended upon only to shrivel and die under his attentions. Then he connected with the Hobbyist Necromantic Club, which found itself struggling, strangely enough, to find volunteer and donated practice materials. Once the details were worked out, the club had a regular supply of things to reanimate, he got to continue attempting gardening without guilt, and plants got a second (or fourteenth) chance at survival.

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