[ She starts them off, letting a vague instinct guide her. If she were a flower, where would she want to live? ... On a windowsill in a nice quiet house, probably, but that might defeat the spirit of the tradition.
After some wandering, she thinks she's found a spot: a small island of grass between benches and walkways, largely nondescript except for a biggish rock that might also be described as a baby boulder. No one else has planted their flower in this small grass oasis, possibly because it's ringed by a low fence that would seem to imply that no one should be walking there, but since there's no "KEEP OFF THE GRASS" sign, Gray figures there are no hard rules here. She steps over the fence and stoops next to the biggish rock/baby boulder. ]
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[ She starts them off, letting a vague instinct guide her. If she were a flower, where would she want to live? ... On a windowsill in a nice quiet house, probably, but that might defeat the spirit of the tradition.
After some wandering, she thinks she's found a spot: a small island of grass between benches and walkways, largely nondescript except for a biggish rock that might also be described as a baby boulder. No one else has planted their flower in this small grass oasis, possibly because it's ringed by a low fence that would seem to imply that no one should be walking there, but since there's no "KEEP OFF THE GRASS" sign, Gray figures there are no hard rules here. She steps over the fence and stoops next to the biggish rock/baby boulder. ]
How about here?