been getting inside fruits lately. been looking at seeds. each a new design of container and miracle.
holding a seed in your hand for long enough can make you cry.
just whisper it,
seed.
whoa.
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1 comment:
An AVOCADO pit almost broke my heart once! I paint on them now, but I find that they grow shriveled rather than remaining perfect and hard like a doorknob. I'll have to look into ways to preserve them. Maybe some kind of wood finish? Still, that first feeling of finding and cleaning it off was like discovering gold.
I'm sorry to comment to much all at once, but I love you.
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