She knelt beside him. “Now, do you see this?” She plucked a weed from the dirt. “It and everything like it are weeds. Weeds are bad. But those,” she said, pointing to the flower stems, “those are good. Right now, bad is murdering good, so we’ve got to go to war and help.” Horror dawned on his features. “A fancy way of saying I am to... garden?” He shuddered. “You’ll be doing more than that, thank you. You’ll be saving something beautiful.
-Gena Showalter
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