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05.2009.
this is a short story without words of a girl's long love for nature.
my grandmother once called me a horticulturist, which, by definition, is a person who is an expert in the science of cultivating plants (fruit or flowers or vegetables or ornamental plants). to create a new life and have full control over its future, and without a single word of communication, is a feeling that i cannot be replaced with anything else. technically we cannot live without plants, but in my life, they hold an extra special place. without seeming obsessive, they are a part of me.