On the warm stone walls, climbing roses were just coming into bloom and great twisted branches of honeysuckle and clematis wrestled each other as they tumbled up and over the top of the wall. Against another wall were white apple blossoms on branches cut into sharp crucifixes and forced to lie flat against the stone. Below, the huge frilled lips of giant tulips in shades of white and cream nodded in their beds. They were almost finished now, spread open too far, splayed, exposing obscene black centers. I've never had my own garden but I suddenly recognized something in the tangle of this one that wasn't beauty. Passion, maybe. And something else. Rage.Meg Rosoff
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Instead of being happy with the beauty of nature, she saw it for what it really was. Instead of admiring the beauty of her garden, she saw all the harm it caused. Instead of seeing the beauty in nature, she saw all the harm it caused. Instead of seeing the beauty in her garden, she saw all the harm it caused. Instead of seeing beauty in her garden, she saw all the harm it caused.
Source: How I Live Now
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