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Oct 2014
A plant can't grow
without sunshine,
rain or the proper
tenderness and care
that few with green
thumbs, of the highest
regard, can provide.

These seeds, babes in
their own right, need
soil and space and air to
breathe...a balance
tricky to obtain. Mother
Nature, the Provider of
goodness and grace,
fills the Earth with
endless opportunities--

Places for seedlings to
root and stretch their
stalks and leaves. The
soil, precise and sweet,
must enrich the vulnerability
it encases--a new being
so slight, that the swift
stamp of a foot will
obliterate it's existence.
k
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