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A direção que tomou agora eu não estava esperandoooo

Orquidea didn’t like it because she knew she wasn’t a flower, delicate and pretty and waiting to be plucked. For what? To be smelled? To sit in a glass of water until she withered? She was more than that. She wanted to be rooted so deep into the earth that nothing, no human, no force of nature, save an act of the heavens themselves, could rip her out.

Some of the locals called her La Flora de la Orilla, the flower of the shore. Isabela detested because it sounded cheap.

Não era isso que eu estava esperando…