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There’s something quietly revolutionary about beauty that keeps showing up when you’ve stopped looking for it. This chapter of the garden reminded me that growth doesn’t need to be dramatic. It can be quiet. Messy. Undeniably stubborn. Just like healing. Just like me.

I wasn’t planning on disappearing. But then summer hit like a brick — and not just the heat. A tree fell, right into the middle of my main garden. My carefully planned chaos collapsed into actual chaos.