Narrated by Setsu Uzumé.

My jug is still dry. My magic has always been difficult, complicated, messy. In my mother's parlor, all my will can barely manage a droplet. Even by the banks of the sacred Cantara, I gave up and drew my water with a bucket. But in the garden, when I'm with you, magic is so simple that it seems to happen on its own.

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Read “The Garden Where No One Ever Goes” by P H Lee, in Issue #318

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P H Lee lives on top of an old walnut tree, past a thicket of roses, down a dead end street at the edge of town. Their work has appeared in many venues including Clarkesworld, Lightspeed, and Uncanny. From time to time, they microwave and eat a frozen burrito at two in the morning, for no reason other than that they want to.

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