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petal suddenly wished there was something fatty between her teeth. not for hunger but for a way to stop her words from coming.

we don't have to stay — too fast. too quick. but where petal might have loved dahlia for her picture perfect ways, she loved foxglove for her blunt and strong ways. they were both the things that petal struggled to be.

we'll just tell sven— she does not mean to sound insensitive. but kvarsheim is so far from them and their own ways. she still did not understand how her mother fit into it all. that we're headed somewhere. then he can tell her.

to her it is no different than telling dusty rose to tell their mother that they were going to play off deeper in the valley. suddenly she feels sick. uncertain if she is longing for those days to come back or to be far from them.

anything you want.

and the fox is emerging into view. like a radiant fire of new beginnings emerging from the dark.