No this ain’t a purse, it’s a satchel

Consider a flower, pink petals pinched by passers by in the garden where it once knew as home, as a space to grow.


Consider a home, projected onto a world unknown unto it, unable to grow to accommodate for a flower.


Consider a space, undefined save for a flower trying to make a home within it, to grow.


Consider growth wandering the universe unable to find a place to plant a seed.


Consider a child finding space to grow in a garden


Consider a garden watch a boy pull a flower for a lover, making a heart a home – to grow.

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