I am a serial orchid killer. As soon as they enter my house, orchids enter a wretched decline, yellowing, withering, despite or because of my attentiveness, wringing of hands, and intermittent neglect. Sometimes, I hand them off to more skilled guardians; sometimes, I forget.This little champion, however, has not only survived, but rebloomed--a daily source of amazement and delight.
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