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for each seed growing in a strong tree, half a million other seeds will bite the dust, except that to taste the dust they must believe in the power of usefulness, - unable to think that they will never germinate they let themselves be carried away by exotic dreams: dreaming of being nibbled by sparrows, washed by rain, smelled of sprinting squirrels, beaten by hot-cold winds, swaying in foamy waves, touched by a second chance, than rotten in the mud under a tree, (be it and strong) - in other words who cares about a vigorous tree, when you are a survival arch/canopy, arched up to the white canvases.

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Date: 6/2/2021 2:51:00 PM
So much minimal strength, really delicious poetry.
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Maria Mitea
Date: 6/3/2021 6:31:00 AM
Thank you, Vernon! Much appreciated! Maria

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