.....to some extent, like gardeners. We plant seeds. We nurture aspirations. We tend our hopes and dreams. Feeding them here, pruning them there and gently encouraging them towards a perfect state of fruition.
Always, though, there will be little patches of land that we have overlooked - areas where the wild things grow, places that we have all but forgotten the existence of.
Sometimes, in among the so-called weeds, rare and wonderful flowers bloom.
Change in all things is sweet (Aristotle)
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