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Eyes wide open during closing hours. Something is different tonight.

My eyes find focus in a corner of the living room, fixated on my collection of plants. 16 to be exact.

My plants look so dead. Withering, neglected. And that’s so unlike me. I care deeply about my plant family. Staring at the green and brown congregation, I realize I can’t rest until I fix my fixation. I start with the plant that looks most disconnected…