Tears of the gardener.

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short story by Roger Bowers
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Horwitz collection)

Oh, loathsome Winter! The mere thought of it can make me shiver. It has been lurking outside my door for so long, that I am increasingly inclined to daydream of warmer times. I like to push the big, overstuffed chair close to the hearth in the library, sip a snifter or two of Brandy, and then, let my mind fill with thoughts of the sunny days of Summer past…how I long for their return! Ah yes, birds singing, flowers in bloom. Beautiful, so very, very pleasant. Such fond memories warm my very soul…but wait…what's that?...

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