The fence said stay on your side. The roses didn’t argue. They just leaned into the only gap they found and bloomed straight through it red and unbothered, reaching for the light on the other side. I survived the narrow place. The squeeze. The hold. But look at me now: opening anyway, spilling color into the space that tried to keep me small.
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