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In the concrete wastelands, a garden breathes, nurtured by hands profaned yet delighted to sow resilience--and fromneath our hardness bloom not just plants, but bridges of connections. - Elena Frances In the concrete wastelands, a garden breathes, nurtured by hands profaned yet delighted to sow resilience--and fromneath our hardness bloom not just plants, but bridges of connections. - Elena Frances In the concrete wastelands, a garden breathes, nurtured by hands profaned yet delighted to sow resilience--and fromneath our hardness bloom not just plants, but bridges of connections. - Elena Frances