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I like the symbolism in that story. Your mother grew and bloomed along with her garden. In nurturing the plants, she was nurturing herself.


There is so much symbolism in your peace. As your mom was taming the garden by bringing order to the plants she was doing the same in her life. The vibrant colors of the flowers reflect the light that began to shine in her heart as she discovered her real self. Thanks for sharing this experience.

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