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  "description": "KELSEY FLAHERTY",
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  "textContent": "She believed in creation the way others believed in prayer.\n\nSo I came to the garden. Worked the soil endlessly, prying loose stones, carving out pockets of possibility. My hands darkened with mud. Hers always clean.\n\nIf only for a single season, I would give her the flowers she desired. She would praise me for the blossoms, then blame me when the roots failed. I accepted that burden. Every time.\n\nBut this land was never meant for growing. How couldn't she see that?\n\nWhen we ended things, it was in the garden of all places.\n\nEvery bloom was borrowed time.\n\n* * *\n\nKelsey Flaherty is a writer and photographer living in Cincinnati, Ohio.\n\n__April Crumbs Les Brisures finalist__",
  "title": "The Dirt Between Us",
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