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Does time go fast? Does time go slow? I absent-mindedly rub the little leaves with my fingers to catch their scent. They smell like themselves. Tomatoes, eucalyptus, basil, dill.  

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Their shapes and scents are their own and they are new and quietly confident in the world. I like reading their names, I like watering them, I like picturing them sixty days from now.