There was once a woman who planted a rose bush. She watered it, she fed it the best of mulches, and she cared for it year in, and year out. And yet, though she went to it every day to see, it never bloomed. The buds lay, closed, in their blushing shells and never burst forth. She was very sad, but tended it still. Until, one night, she woke from her dreamless sleep to find that outside her window, the rosebush was blooming with the scarlet roses of her undreamt dreams.
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