My dear, even if you are gone, you still live in my heart.
The following spring, a tender dark green climbing plant grew on the grave mound that was almost forgotten by Mira. Moistened by sufficient rain in spring, it had grown vigorously into a small tree half a meter tall in late spring that could grow independently without the help of other branches. It bloomed a small milky white flower on a drizzly night. Mira found it strange that the petals were surrounded by a dark gray border.
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