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Law couldn't contain himself to one bed. Diversity was life. One always lay fallow though. That was good land management. He and Marco picked through packets of seeds at the nursery. Law donning glasses to peer at the small print, and Marco pushing his up his brow. One bed was reserved for the flower seeds Nico Robin sent him, although they also took up spaces between vegetables, fruit and herbs. Spider lilies pushed through the soil with the Autumn equinox, and spring encouraged the Casablanca. Every summer the yellow-centred, blue daisies spread and flowered throughout their garden, easy on the soul, heart and eye.
