My hands are ded.

Blather from elsewhere: It's harvest season in the garden of all of her accomplishments; the trellis is overgrown with beauty and sustenance that is more permanent than any transient windfall could be. Gardening is as much art as it is science, and through her restraint and patience and inspired vision, her life is bearing fruit. She carries eight coins at her waist, tribute to the hard work and mastery of the eight of disks--the path that brought her to where she is.

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