In the center of this place was a small glass greenhouse lit from within. The plants inside were ordinary—tomatoes, basil, a single lemon tree—but their leaves shimmered with light, and when she approached one, she saw that each leaf held a tiny scene, like movies trapped in chlorophyll. She touched a leaf, and a flash of a wedding she had never attended filled her eyes with warmth and the ache of absence.

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"Carry forward how? I can't take back choices."