Ragged breath, tearing at my insides. Breaking off my thoughts with every wheeze, breaking like a branch, a shoot that splinters before it has a chance to sprout. I am ragged sometimes, and rough, but I always strive and bend and move to start over again. In the golden light of dawn the fibers of my potential warm and stretch, readying my soul for a new day. Oh, the warming power of a new day, a new dawn, a fresh start. A kiss to seal the deal of promise, and we are off!
Greetings surly ragged weed. I see you are not done. So I shall watch you and wait for more to come.
Please come back tomorrow for a new “Weed Image of the Day” and let me know which ones you like.
We and our weeds are so much more than what we first appear to be.
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