Saturday, July 2, 2022

The seed

 Hold it your hand to call connect with it.

Nurture it.

Protect it.

Breath life into it and watch it sprout.

Prune it lovingly.

Don't stunt it's growth.

Maintain it in all stages of growth.

Never let any part of it wither or go dry.

Hold on it for as long as you can.

Perdue it relentlessly.

Don't let it die.

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