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I have never considered myself a horticulturist, partly due to inhospitable environs - like most, my first New York apartment had no light. Regardless, I just can't seem to keep living plants, well, alive. I think it all started when I left for college and a family friend sent me off with a cactus. Usually a type of flora that is fairly resilient, I mean it thrives in desert heat with little water. However, a few weeks in my dorm room proved to be too much... It lasted just as long as the bulk pack of "cup of noodles" my parents bestowed me. So when a dear friend gave me a bamboo plant (a symbol of longevity and friendship), I was quite nervous about its lifespan. Thankfully three years later, it still flourishes.




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