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cement, was a patch of earth. And in that earth sprung up a family of violets. “Lean down, Princess,” Karina commanded. Without hesitation, I knelt in the mud beside her, lowering my hair. Smiling, she tilted her head back to survey her work. 68
Laurels Literary Magazine Fall 2015 | Page 79
Laurels Literary Magazine Fall 2015 | Page 81