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Dec 2018
Safe inside, I see the landscaper
Planting life, while yours is fading
Lavender, my mother’s gift,
Near the tree he wanted
To dig up and unearth
Innocent sapling
Snug in the soil
Let it take
Root and
Live
Pregnant, carrying a baby I know will die, I watch our garden take shape. I have decided to end my pregnancy early. We're told the Hazel tree in the corner will probably not survive; the rainwater tank will block the tree's roots. Paradoxically I cannot allow the tree to be unearthed.
Written by
Caroline  33/F/Dublin
(33/F/Dublin)   
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     Fawn, Bobby Copeland, ---, Salmabanu Hatim and Jen
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