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fandomtownies2021-06-19 09:12 am
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Covent Garden Flowers, Saturday
It was summer. Only that inside Covent Garden Flowers it was the summer of the moors around Allerdale Hall, with pots of grass and heather, with a wind blowing from somewhere, and a sense of emptiness.
At least the bonsais were still here.
It felt familiar in a melancholy way, but after a while Lucille realised that it no longer felt at home.
She found a pot of the bitter herbs she had used for tea to hide the taste of the poison, and made a cup for herself for nostalgic reasons. It mostly made her melancholy.
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At least the bonsais were still here.
It felt familiar in a melancholy way, but after a while Lucille realised that it no longer felt at home.
She found a pot of the bitter herbs she had used for tea to hide the taste of the poison, and made a cup for herself for nostalgic reasons. It mostly made her melancholy.
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