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My mother has a bay laurel tree in her backyard. Don't think she's ever made a wreath. Once I walked into her kitchen and saw a vase on the table with some small branches in it bearing some dried-up leaves. Thought to myself, I wonder why she hasn't got rid of this past-it foliage. Then she walked over, plucked one of the leaves off, and threw it in a pot on the stove.
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