When I was small, the grass covered the land like a carpet over the hills and trough the valleys. Trees stood like giant wooden soldiers, protecting the earth beneath it from harm. Under one such tree my father and I planted a seed, a peach pit beneath the musky brown soil.
"Just make sure it can see the sun," he said. "A plant is like the human soul, and will parish in darkness."
But that was before The Act...
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