Season after season, my flowers bloomed. Then one spring, they didn't. I started watering the weeds instead. They were a sure thing. A few of my roses bloomed in spite of my neglect, so I thought all was well. But it wasn't. I was watering my weeds while wishing for my rose garden to prosper.
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