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district 12 building a new factory to make medicine 😖☹️

“we’re not alone. a few hundred others return because, whatever has happened, this is our home.”

“Haymitch finally joins us, contributing twenty-three years of tributes he was forced to mentor. additions become smaller. an old memory that surfaces. a late primrose preserved between the pages. strange bits of happiness, like the photo of Finnick and Annie’s newborn son.”

“i got the idea from our family’s plant book. the place where we recorded those things you cannot trust to memory.”

“and the roses are glorious. row after row of sumptuous blooms, in lush pink, SUNSET ORANGE!!!!!!!, and even pale blue.”

“i’m so tired, Katniss.”