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from here above
watching myself
the soil, the sun, the rain –
the seed –
sprouting, growing, producing,

what else there is, a giant building beside this garden, nothing more.

letting go together, growing together, beautiful we could be together, yet this damned building keeps getting taller.

it is said that strong roots, sturdy branches, steady re-solve, can crush stones.

the marching of the ents.