When the urn was younger she did what was expected of her. She stood outside and held plants. More often than not the people passing by, praised the flowers that grew from the plants she held. She knew her role and she was happy.
And in that happiness she looked around, and discovered that life was full of surprises, that being a planter was just one role in the garden of delight. Anything can bloom anywhere with some water and light.
"Ha," she thought, and with that she made room around the plants for the odds and ends she gathered, because even the wildest dreams can bloom the prettiest flowers.
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