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: ) my “zen” (i don’t call it that, but i could see the resemblance) garden is made up of rocks and moss, and some orchids. i just have to pluck out the grass that tries to grow and overtake it, no raking required. i know you’re just joking around ; P

this place does resemble a bus stop in a worn down part of town where the buses are always late, but the driver let’s people get in without paying fare, and there’s always some crazy person arguing with themselves out loud or with some imaginary person