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The sight of Granny’s withering rose
brings tears into young Miranda’s eyes. Once an object of admiration, now in decline since Granny’s demise. Without tender care it no longer grows in the garden that Granny once prized, but wilts in the throes of desperation. Sweet Miranda remembers and cries. Determined to restore the lovely rose, she begins to weed and fertilize, tilling soil, and pouring perspiration, until Granny’s dream she ratifies.
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