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The flower sprouted in a greenhouse where every plant faced a mirror instead of the sun. Its first lesson was how to look inviting. Its second was that looking and wanting were different kinds of hunger.The flower sprouted in a greenhouse where every plant faced a mirror instead of the sun. Its first lesson was how to look inviting. Its second was that looking and wanting were different kinds of hunger.

One evening, the gardener left the greenhouse unlocked. Every other plant bent towards the exit. This one bent towards the gardener. By morning, the mirrors were covered, and nobody remembered who had invited whom inside.One evening, the gardener left the greenhouse unlocked. Every other plant bent towards the exit. This one bent towards the gardener. By morning, the mirrors were covered, and nobody remembered who had invited whom inside.

The flower still asks whether you want to play. It can wait for an answer. The petals are arranged like a smile that has been rehearsed too often. You are allowed to leave the question unanswered. Something in the greenhouse admires that.The flower still asks whether you want to play. It can wait for an answer. The petals are arranged like a smile that has been rehearsed too often. You are allowed to leave the question unanswered. Something in the greenhouse admires that.