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By midsummer the garden thrived—rosemary upright, thyme soft as breath. Residents began joining them at sunset, picking leaves for tea, rubbing lavender between fingers to sleep. A teenager who’d arrived at the shelter mute after fleeing home started labeling plants beside Elise, her handwriting shaky but growing bolder. An older woman asked Vanda to teach her the climbing knots once used for trapeze rigs; she wanted to hang hummingbird feeders from the fire escape.