Freedom.
Empty fields, growing grass, and sprouting weeds. The freedom of the weeds is inspiring. Nothing holding them back, no groundskeepers spraying anti-weed spray or ripping their world apart at the roots.
The freedom to grow.
Free to grow however they please; however God intended them to grow.
There's no inhibitors. Just freedom.
Jun 24, 2015
Jun 24, 2015 at 1:07 AM UTC
Freedom.
Empty fields, growing grass, and sprouting weeds. The freedom of the weeds is inspiring. Nothing holding them back, no groundskeepers spraying anti-weed spray or ripping their world apart at the roots.
The freedom to grow.
Free to grow however they please; however God intended them to grow.
There's no inhibitors. Just freedom.
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