Every day she added to the jar.

Just a thin layer of dirt at first. Then grass. A bit of moss. Seedlings. Sticks. A flower. She pooled water into a tiny hollowed out pond.

It was vibrant habitat in miniature, but it was just a project. A tiny forest tended by a careful hand. She liked to imagine some small creature moving in and making its home there.

She was surprised when she heard the first tentative, tiny trill from inside.

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