We do blossom...until a harsh wind or sudden storm comes upon us & pulls us apart & spins us out of control...& we drift & hope for a soft landing & peaceful end, broken into so many pieces we are unrecognizable. Maybe we will reseed and keep evolving and recreating; maybe we will die, never to be found. Maybe our foundation is so deeply rooted into the ground that no amount of wind, rain, or storms can uproot us, ever. Usually you just don't know until it hits.
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