flower

little dried bulb is not dead, just gathering little fragments of sun warmth. Pushing to the heat so slowly it seems still and exhausted. But life is always pushing toward the sun. Every tiny flower begins with this ruthless sun drive. Moving always into the light, no volition is needed.

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