Beverly approaches the little garden slowly, sneakered feet making hardly any noise on the tile. Her expression is a mix of solemnity and joy in her face, eyes bright, lips parted and turned up just a bit at the corners.
She doesn't speak for a long moment, and when she does, her voice is hushed.
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Date: 2007-03-22 05:18 am (UTC)She doesn't speak for a long moment, and when she does, her voice is hushed.
"This is--"
(everything)
"--a lot more than just a rose, isn't it?"