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Sarah got down on her knees to dig. She bore seeds of the tiniest kind within the folds of her apron. You see, Sarah loved flowers-- flowers of all colors and varieties. Her favorites were the Gerber daisies-- so vibrant in their hues of neon pink, green, blue, and gold. These daisies seemed to announce their presence to the world around them. They were unashamed and proud of their existence. So long Sarah had admired others' flowers. Now she wanted to grow her own.
Sarah got down on her knees to dig. Focusing only on the land in front of her, she set to her work. Sarah dug four small openings in the earth. She dropped her offerings with care and covered them gently with soil. As she covered her seeds, tears began to spill from her eyes... Sarah did not understand her own sorrow. Her thoughts told her that beautiful flowers would rise in this place, but her heart cried for their release. So much hope was contained in those seeds; now that she could no longer see them, she had only to believe that which her mind already knew. The tears seemed to know where to go-- they watered the earth where she kneeled.
For days, Sarah cried. Each morning she would awake and carry herself out to the garden she was waiting upon... there she would kneel day after day and talk to her buried seeds. She urged them to rise, to only push through their hardened shells and live. But her flowers never came.
Sarah soon resigned herself to merely watching her barren garden from afar. She could not bring herself to witness the unproductive growth, so she stood behind her veiled kitchen window and sighed. Her tears, by this time, had stopped. There was nothing left to give. She only thought, "My seeds were dead to begin with."
When going into town, Sarah went through her front door to avoid the sad state of her garden out back. As she walked the roads, many people smiled at her. They looked at her as if she were golden. She appreciated their affirming gazes, but the sadness in her soul remained.
Until one day as she was walking, a man came to her and offered a red Gerber daisy that he pulled from off his hat. "Take this," he said softly. "You are the only one deserving of it."
With wonder, Sarah took the beautiful flower from the gentle man, said "thank you," and kept on her way. Soon to follow, a lady in the marketplace beckoned for her to come and when she did, the lady lifted three Gerber daisies to Sarah's side and said, "Bless you, child." As Sarah received the lady's offering, her eyes lifted and she saw many faces walking towards her, all with Gerber daisies in hand. As they came, again she cried, for her garden had grown through the hands and hearts of these friends.
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