Reflection in the Garden

[Luxury 627]

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[Amidst the valleys of Urguan]

The old Wizard relieved the weight of her heavy garb onto the brickery of the Garden as she sat, in turn shedding her attachment to the world around her following an elongated sigh. In her mind all of existence was narrowed down to what she observed in the moment. As her hat, aptly named Franklin by her peers, was set aside she eased into natural meditation.

 

A distant gaze peered over the assembly. Nestled beneath a crest of healthy green leaves and a mound of loamy soil grew her turnips. Hearty root vegetables which could be prepared in a number of ways. A time of unattendance presented some weeds that reached through the dirt, vying for sunlight and nutrients, though these were plucked and set aside in a wicker basket.

 

 

 

“They will be ready to harvest soon, hm? What do you say?”
A query carried off by the rolling valley winds, nothing more. She sits alone.

 

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