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She leans back in her porch swing, and drinks the last of her tea. Smiling she stands, stretching and walks to her herb garden, going to the giant oak sapling growing in the center, and lays her ungloved hands on it, the runes glowing as the tree seems to bend to her touch. You can almost hear the sapling sigh as it stretches a few more feet towards the sun. She releases the Oak, patting it softly and dons her gloves, walking towards the trail that leads to her other garden. The garden that is hidden in the forest grove, because of the dangerous and deadly herbs that are growing in it...........
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