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Plant the seeds you are given at birth watch what soon will come. We plant things to help the process through the waiting and the struggles of helping to stay alive. Our mind must be fed, nurtured to its full capacity. Let us manifest, digest, and rest form the world, family, ourselves. Looking upon answers from her higher being, she must become one with mother nature's garden. Her background is our playground for reformed stillness. To cry, laugh, and die. We decrease then sink into becoming a part of a natural cycle keeping its well-balanced partials. Help her, for the sake of keeping her. Not in formation, nor to be tamed. Because she was meant to be held for a lifetime, but not during their time of communication, but in separations.

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