The little flower grows surely but also slowly. That is how ideas go as the flower grows past the dirt to grab at the blue sky… I want this to be real, more than just a passing feeling. Is that what this is? We can’t be sure yet, still, we must try. Try until you are sitting there doing whatever it is you feel accomplished and you are doing that thing… whatever it may be. We can all be like the flower reaching toward the sky.
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