Looked out my bedroom window when I awoke, and there it was. A crimson circle, just outside the pane, bright against the misty grey of a drizzly morning. I stared at it for a bit, momentarily puzzled by this long-lost joy during the long, unending wintery months of the Northcoast, but there it was. A camelia. The first bloom of the new year.
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