Inside your little palace you made an installation of berries, petals, fronds and mint leaves. For a while uncle Nate joined you and you whispered secrets while I, having been once again banished so as not to interrupt your precious private time with another, passed you surprises of little treasures found in the garden. I made the mistake of passing you a twig. "Sorry mum, I only want beautiful things."
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