“They’re stronger, you know.” Paul looks up at me. I shield my eyes in the morning sun. “What’s stronger?” “The plants that you revive,” he says. “When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive.” Paul leans on his cane again and smiles. “So is the story of life, I guess.”

“They’re stronger, you know.” Paul looks up at me. I shield my eyes in the morning sun. “What’s stronger?” “The plants that you revive,” he says. “When you bring something back from the brink of death, it fights harder to thrive.” Paul leans on his cane again and smiles. “So is the story of life, I guess.”

— Chelsea Fine