This morning when I went out to water the garden I saw this gourd. It made me smile. Stuck between a rock and a rock, it's made the best of its unsettling situation. And when it's harvest time, because of its predicament it will have a unique shape. Isn't that what happens to us all?
And for its heartache, it will be my favorite.
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My friend, you're channeling the greats. I'm loving the pics and the words. Keep going.
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