from the sun, I was conceived. for the sun, I labored in patience, but to the sun, I will not be conquered. when we first took a glance into this barbarous land, it was the sun who greeted us,’to the saguaro, seventy-five years of endurance amongst this toiled, arduous earth in order to receive the gifts of me!’ and so the saguaro, spartans of the sonoran desert, endured. oh the stories we hold, the landscapes we’ve seen. After seventy-five years, I watched as the arms of the saguaro began to develop, sprouting and scintillating were flowers sublime and fruits, foreign to the desert eye. all around me, the saguaro cried, ’beseech us with your gifts, our sun, let our labor be glorified!’ this cry was not found within me. instead, I pressed, ’from the sun, I was conceived. for the sun, I labored in patience, but to the sun, I will not be conquered.’ I will not surrender to that of my fears or to that of what I might depend on. I will remain a spear, eyes set on the beyond. I will be steadfast.
be well,
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