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You take in the peaceful hidden garden with renewed appreciation for the tranquility it brings you. The understanding of why the NARRATOR allowed her gardening hobby to consume her workspace made more sense than ever. Being alone in a place like this really wasn't so bad.

You suppose it makes sense that horticulture became something you clutched onto so tightly. The joy of nuturing a life, the fascination of what a plant could tolerate, and all the vivid colors it brought into your life.

That was an old revelation, of course. Plants have been a part of you since that fateful package of seeds from your friend arrived. Gardening reminds you of him, and by extension, of all the connections you've ever made. It calls back to the way your grandfather helped you with it as a child.