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Anastatica

Anastatica

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Anastatica, they call you Rose of Jericho

Through the rigors of arid tundra you are closed and guarded awaiting a love worthy of opening up to.

Though rooted in dissension you thrive in strength and optimism.


You stay hydrated in the midst of drought.

Amid this barren wasteland you remain vigilant.

You are known to resurrect hearts.


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