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“And there it was. Low to the ground, with rounded forest-green leaves that appeared thick and juicy. The plant bore pendulous white flowers that were closed up tight like a pelican's beak. Tell-tale black-purple stripes marked the outside of the creamy petals. Had those not been there, she could have been sure that it was the more common, and perfectly harmless, Angel's Trumpet.”

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Book:The Botanist's Daughter
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