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“When I came to live with my father in a tiny apartment in Jersey City, I was 16 years old. Everything was so strange to me. But I have never regretted that part of my life. You see, there was no place to plant a garden. And for one who loves flowers as much as I do, it is tragic. A stranger, a woman, who lived in the next building, had such an impact on my life. I never met the lady, but she had planted a garden of petunias on the roof of her apartment, which was next to my window. The garden gave me such joy. How she enriched my life! I told myself that if those beautiful flowers can grow on a rooftop, I don’t ever have to be lonely. I almost heard the flowers talk to me."

- - Belleville Post, Bea Smith, Staff Writer, February 22, 2007

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