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At last, it blooms...
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I used to go for a run early in the morning and would see a lady with a beautiful hat working in her garden. Every day, no matter the season, she was there. At first, there was nothing to see, but then the roses began to bloom. I couldn't stop thinking about her dedication and unwavering presence, even in the face of obstacles.