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- Comfort Garden - While I was laid down on the garden floor, I was circled by glowing flowers, bright as the sun. Holding a plush, I would sing a melody. The flowers swished through the wind, while i sang. '' Why does missing someone exist if the main feeling is sadness?'' My toungue pushed the words. Trees with flowers, on orange leaves let their creations fall down into a fish pond. I walked to the last purple flower in the garden. "Grandfather, are you happy there?" I whispered, as a petal would clip itself out of the flower, landing on the ground. I love my comfort garden. tadaa-