Nova liked to wear flowers in her hair. She liked to sit at the garden pond and ponder over the water, over the lilies that sat there looking at her with the love that she looked at them with. Nova liked to think of the hands she could be holding in something called love. She’d never seen love. Except for the lavender petals that she wore in her brown curly hair like a crown. Petals she thought loved her back because that’s what petals do, right? She didn’t know much of the world. She knew only Delica, the songstress whose…


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