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Silver rays of morning sunlight streamed over a wooden fence, scorching the dew from a lush, green lawn. A flowerbed just beneath that fence was populated with roses and lilies and tulips in beautiful shades of red and pink and yellow. The sun hadn't found them yet, but it would soon enough.
Harry was down on one knee in the grass, his head bowed almost as if in prayer. The symbolism wasn't lost on him now that religion was becoming a major theme in his life. “You really outdid yourself, Mark.”
His mouth tightened, and then he shook his head in frustration. “No matter how hard I try, I just can't make them grow like that,” he muttered. “But then I never had the time for gardening.”
Well, that wasn't exactly true.
It used to be true. Two years ago, when he was still juggling the resp
