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The plant didn't grow. I stepped back, Disappointed, stood alone. I cried, thought, And stepped away. Once again Planted. Watered. Three days' time, looked at it. Nothing happened. At evening time, I saw a microscopic plant. Too small to touch. Hope that it isn't dry. Five days hence, A small plant, Big enough to see with our eyes, Small enough to break in a touch. I stepped back, Created a boundary around it. But the weather has been merciless. Hopes stable, Confidence dropping. Will the risk I take be worth it?
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5d ago
May 31, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
Part 2 — The Beginning (garden of chaos)
The plant didn't grow. I stepped back, Disappointed, stood alone. I cried, thought, And stepped away. Once again Planted. Watered. Three days' time, looked at it. Nothing happened. At evening time, I saw a microscopic plant. Too small to touch. Hope that it isn't dry. Five days hence, A small plant, Big enough to see with our eyes, Small enough to break in a touch. I stepped back, Created a boundary around it. But the weather has been merciless. Hopes stable, Confidence dropping. Will the risk I take be worth it?
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May 31, 2026 at 5:57 AM UTC
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