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  • Writer's pictureTaryn D


The mind is a garden and we water thoughts

with our attention. We can often trace the

fruit we are eating, ripe or rotten, back to a

single seed -- a thought intentionally nurtured

or an intruder that drifted in with the wind.

Something lovingly planted. A small weed, left.

One day, we look back and think,

"Wow. Look at how that grew."


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