“I hope you're well, Alice.
Here's to courage. And to heart, right?
How about, here's also to the future, and everything it holds.
Moss.

Alice shook the envelope; a packet of desert pea seeds fell into her palm.
'That looks like some kind of magic,' Sally said.
Alice gave her a small smile. 'It is.' She closed her hand around the packet of seeds, feeling their individual shapes and thinking of the color they would grow. To the future.”