For centuries, it waited, watching. On chipped windowsills, by worn thresholds, beside beds where people whispered secrets in the dark, it listened. They once believed its narrow leaves could hold back sorrow, invite protection, keep love from drifting away. Now, in a world that forgets to breathe, fingers crush its sprigs again, searching for someth… Continues…
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