[with his hands, not his nose, he pushes dirt back over the seedling, smoothing it out evenly in the pot. his fingers linger there a beat before they withdraw to his lap.
quietly:] That's the first time...I've ever done that. All the greenery of Shangri-la...was synthetic.
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quietly:] That's the first time...I've ever done that. All the greenery of Shangri-la...was synthetic.