A short little story in the style of a poem, about a day in the life of Roseluck, tending to her garden of flowers.

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Written purely because I've no idea how to write up new chapters for a few of my current stories right now, plus I'd rather make a start on my new Castlecania / MLP music video-style animation as soon as possible. Also I personally think I'm just a slight teensy weensy bit better at poetry than at writing stories.

Cover art belongs to DuskyAmore on DeviantArt. Go check her out or just do whatever you do after you read a story. It's your life.