Seasons

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Birth is the advent of spring, as a new life erupts, poking green shoots out towards sunshine. Roots form to anchor life. Tiny new leaves herald first steps. Childhood characterized by ones growth into a sapling. The environment dictates what the sapling will turn into. A strong tree or an emancipated shrub




Fall Leaves
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