Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday

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There were lots of pink and red flowers, and Seivarden was quite proud of the arrangements she was making. She kept a cup of tea on the counter while working on them, and her thoughts drifted to old memories, pleasant ones, although unpleasant to remember. She had never paid much attention to the flowers kept in her family home, but some of the scents of the flowers here were similar to them, and brought back images of that house. It was gone now, probably, after a thousand years. But she was still proud of her flower arrangements, even if she was quietly crying.

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