for those we could not forget

"When you cut down the hybrid rose / to cull and plough its tender bed, / trust there is life beneath your blade; / the suckering briar below the graft, / the wildflower stock of strength and thorn / whose subtle roots are never dead." - She wonders if the roses over Julie's grave are still growing. Code Name: Verity and Rose Under Fire fic, Maddie-centric.