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We are the potted ones, the window dwellers. We don't sprawl across fields—we live in the space given, and we fill it with everything we are.
Some days, we stand magnificent. Our leaves catch the light just right, and we know we're beautiful. Other days, we rest. Those are our healing days, when roots dig deeper and stems gather strength. But watch carefully—we grow every single day. Slowly, quietly, we prove we're here.
Rain is our purest joy—natural water washing over our leaves, each drop a gift. When the breeze comes, we dance. Yes, we dance! Slow, subtle movements you might miss if you're not watching. And when she tries to capture us on her phone? We dance harder, teasing, living.
The greatest truth we've learned: every plant has a flower. Every single one. We all bloom, in our time, in our way. That's our promise to those who care for us—we will always become more than we were yesterday.
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