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Aug 31
A surprise is only a seed,
cast into soil without a name.
It waits in silence,
forgotten in the dark.
But one morning,
green stirs against the black,
and before long
the seed is a tree,
and the tree holds fruit
once believed impossible.
Written by
Sam S  34/M/Dorset
(34/M/Dorset)   
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     Emmy
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