[ She goes to look, as if drawn there. Ginko ... the wanderer, of all people, actually left things...?
... more than anything, it's the flower that gets her. She picks it up with gentle, shaking hands, and brushes her cheek against it and tries not to think about her tears, still falling, sticking to the petals. ]
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[ She goes to look, as if drawn there. Ginko ... the wanderer, of all people, actually left things...?
... more than anything, it's the flower that gets her. She picks it up with gentle, shaking hands, and brushes her cheek against it and tries not to think about her tears, still falling, sticking to the petals. ]