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                     Posted: Fri Jul 31, 2009 7:20 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			             It was a beautiful day, and on beautiful days like this, you could be almost guarenteed to find Femi in her garden. Today was no different. With her hair pulled into a ponytail and wearing a pair of shorts she reserved for gardening, she intended to spend the whole day tending to the flowers in the garden. 
  Heading outside, she carried a small radio, a watering can, and a small shovel. The trowel and the watering can were set down by the garden, ande she carried the stereo to a place where she could set it down and turn it on where it wouldn't get in the way. She turned it to a nice radio station and then set to work taking care of the flowers. It wasn't long before she had dirt smudges all over her, but she couldn't have looked happier.          
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Mon Aug 03, 2009 2:02 am
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Gable had dawned some old khakis, a military style drab olive shirt and a spectacular gardening hat fashioned from straw with a lovely pink ribbon he had borrowed from Quincy since he had no hats of his own.  Under his left arm was a garden gnome, purchased upon Quincy's suggestion as to what to gift Femi for her garden.  
  He made his way up the path to Femi's garden and as he rounded the corner to Femi's he paused and took in the view.  The morning sun cast a halo of light around Femi's face making the strands of her hair that had loosed themselves from her pony tail look like a golden gossamer.  Gable felt breathless, seeing Femi looking so lovely in her garden among her flowers.  He held his breath wishing that this could go on forever but then awkwardly realized he'd been gaping for more than a few minutes and snapped out of his reverie and approached Femi.
  "Hey there..."  Gable said smiling as he made his way through the myriad of flowers to Femi.  "It's so...peaceful here."  He said with an air of contemplation as he cast his gaze over the flowers in their various beds finally returning his focus to Femi giving her a sweet smile.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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