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sepiola (botany)
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Categories: words and feelings
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I stared at the green vines of the yard, the sunlight glinting off them like diamonds. My eyes were dry and sore. For a moment, I wanted to cry. The owner of this yard told me that this luxuriant plant will be cut down soon. Because the house is going to be demolished. If it's not too late, maybe it will bloom one last time in another month. Even the plant has to be in time to produce its colorful flowers, but what about me?