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Thien Lam woke up as the early morning sunlight streamed through the window, dancing gently on the soft blanket. She stretched and took a deep breath. No car horns, no city rush—only the chirping of birds and the whispering breeze through the trees.
She stepped off the bed, feeling the cool wooden floor beneath her bare feet. The small house was cozy, everything still neatly arranged just as she had left it the day before. The soft scent of lavender from the garden drifted through the air.
Stepping out onto the porch, she closed her eyes, savoring the fresh morning air. An old wooden swing creaked softly in the breeze, and the wildflowers swayed gently under the golden sunlight.
Today, she decided to start a garden.
Dressing in comfortable clothes, she grabbed a small hoe and the bag of seeds she had bought earlier. She began tilling the soil, each stroke of the hoe firm yet gentle. The earth was soft and fertile, carrying the faint scent of morning dew.
She planted the first seeds—green vegetables, golden daisies, and a bit of mint. Each tiny seed fell into the soil like a hope she entrusted to this new life.
The sun climbed higher, beads of sweat forming on her forehead, yet she didn’t feel tired. Instead, the act of planting with her own hands brought an unexpected sense of calm.
By noon, she sat under the shade of a large tree, sipping a cool glass of lemonade, quietly admiring her little garden. Another peaceful day had passed—slow, unhurried. Only tranquility lingered in every moment.
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