[ 6th Sprout ]
I saw her... I was with her...
She is gone.
And here I am... called once again as guardian... of this tiny Green... and its oddities.
(But Abby is alright... She was in my arms.
It was as if I... had never left.)
Purpose. A curious word. I sense many new faces... among the old. Time has passed... since I left.
I am again reminded... of my function.
I will think.

