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Naturally, two seeds were planted in a small plot of land One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water, and it flourished The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld, learned to endure Gently it reached for the sun— only to find shade enforced by growing branches It sought water in the deep— only to be confined by roots already claimed Still, it persisted. With rising strength it split what held it back With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down Branches break, no longer held by home Leaves wither through a silence like war Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
The revolution
Naturally, two seeds were planted in a small plot of land One was nuzzled and fed with sunlight and water, and it flourished The other, misshapen, fading where light was withheld, learned to endure Gently it reached for the sun— only to find shade enforced by growing branches It sought water in the deep— only to be confined by roots already claimed Still, it persisted. With rising strength it split what held it back With stubborn roots it pushed into what kept it down Branches break, no longer held by home Leaves wither through a silence like war Is this nature? Is this right? I wonder
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May 22
May 22, 2026 at 4:43 AM UTC
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