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Clara used to believe gardens belonged outside.
Where the soil was rich and sun was plenty.
But Frida taught her otherwise.

In that dream-space—part memory, part mirror—Clara found herself in a room thick with green.
Pots lining every windowsill.
Vines climbing the bedposts.
A cactus blooming defiantly in a cracked ceramic jar.

This was not escape.
It was resistance.
A garden of survival.
Of choosing life, even when the body betrays it.

Clara woke with dirt beneath her fingernails.
She hadn’t planted anything. Not really. But her studio smelled of earth and citrus and something ancient.
On her table, a new object had appeared:
A small velvet pouch, heavy in her palm.
Inside: a golden pin shaped like a blooming heart, half cracked down the middle.
It wasn’t hers. And it was exactly hers.

She’s stopped trying to make sense of it.
Not everything needs to be solved.
Some mysteries are meant to be carried.
Like gardens.
Like grief.
Like old names you forget you once answered to.

She’s filling her sketchbook with strange botanicals now.
Some real. Some impossible.
One flower weeps ink.
Another bleeds light.
They all feel like memories.

What if you’ve always known how to grow things in the dark?

💬 Can beauty grow from broken ground?
Frida thought so.
And maybe Clara does too.

🛍️ A new garden is blooming → pinpaperstudio.etsy.com

Next week: The Mirror & The Mender
🪞 What Clara sees next will change everything.