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The daffodils grew where no life had grown in years. They had broken through the drought-ridden ground and found shelter below the corrugated steel eaves. Streaks of rust slowly crept down the side of the house and threatened to poison the soil, but he wouldn't let that happen. He saw the blooms as his welcome home banner. He had no more reason to keep walking than he did to rip nature's beauty from its roots and toss it aside.

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