So it’s there, in the ground, and you’re getting old from stepping over it, going deaf from pretending it isn’t there. You’re getting sick from walking by every day, keeping your eyes up, and really, what’s the worst that can happen if you water this seed? What’s the worst that can happen if it grows?
So you’re into the tool shed, past the lawnmower for the watering can, and you hold it in your hand, and you find yourself on the spot. The can is heavy with the liquid, your wrist is struggling to stay upright and then you find that it’s tilting, you’re pouring, and you water it good. And the ground soaks it up. The soil goes dark with satisfaction. And the seed inside the ground. Well, the seed.
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