Sue-Ellen loved it in here. The humid smell of the garden soil and the lingering scent of her flowers and herbs filled her small greenhouse. Already the morning sun was pouring its heat into the little glass structure as she surveyed the familiar spot. She had already completed most of her spring plantings and all that was left were a few small pots of basil and rosemary lining one wall, waiting to be planted into her herb beds. ...
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