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She loved roses more than anything. She had a garden full of them, of all colors and varieties. She tended to them every day, pruning, watering, fertilizing, and admiring them. She knew each one by name, and they seemed to know her too.

She was the rose keeper, and she had a special gift. She could communicate with roses, sense their feelings and needs. She could also heal them from any disease or injury, with a touch of her hand. She was their guardian and their friend.

She lived alone in a cottage by the woods, away from the noise and pollution of the city. She didn’t need anyone else, as long as she had her roses. They were her family, her joy, her life.

But one day, everything changed. A fire broke out in the woods, spreading quickly towards her cottage. She smelled the smoke and saw the flames approaching. She panicked and ran to her garden.

She tried to save as many roses as she could, but it was impossible. The fire was too fast and too fierce. She watched helplessly as her beloved flowers burned before her eyes.

She cried out in pain and despair, feeling their agony as if it were her own. She felt a part of her die with them.

She collapsed on the ground, surrounded by ashes and smoke.

She wished she could die too. - (Support and Be SUBSCRIBER for more... )

Description

She loved roses more than anything. She had a garden full of them, of all colors and varieties. She tended to them every day, pruning, watering, fertilizing, and admiring them. She knew each one by name, and they seemed to know her too.

She was the rose keeper, and she had a special gift. She could communicate with roses, sense their feelings and needs. She could also heal them from any disease or injury, with a touch of her hand. She was their guardian and their friend.

She lived alone in a cottage by the woods, away from the noise and pollution of the city. She didn’t need anyone else, as long as she had her roses. They were her family, her joy, her life.

But one day, everything changed. A fire broke out in the woods, spreading quickly towards her cottage. She smelled the smoke and saw the flames approaching. She panicked and ran to her garden.

She tried to save as many roses as she could, but it was impossible. The fire was too fast and too fierce. She watched helplessly as her beloved flowers burned before her eyes.

She cried out in pain and despair, feeling their agony as if it were her own. She felt a part of her die with them.

She collapsed on the ground, surrounded by ashes and smoke.

She wished she could die too. - (Support and Be SUBSCRIBER for more... )