Resistance

<div>The sun peeks over the horizon. A foggy haze rising from the garden creates the</div><div>illusion of flowers magically floating in the air. As the warm rays touch the mist, it</div><div>quickly dissipates. Pink roses shine with tiny beads of water from the condensing air</div><div>and the deep blue bellflowers move softly in a gentle breeze. Paullus is hard at work</div><div>planting a new bed of red begonias framed with yellow black-eyed Susans. His widebrimmed hat hides a sunburned face lined with the wise wrinkles of experience, lines</div><div>that tell a story. Students come and go, talking noisily with youthful enthusiasm and</div><div>excitement, rarely noticing his quiet presence. [Opening paragraph]</div>