Sometimes we just don't know what we are getting into. I seem to learn about beauty or pain, about the changing temperatures or the rising tides from opening my heart.
Cactus do not withstand harsh climates, they grow into unique and remarkable beings. Perhaps there is no need to name names, label everything, pretend that once it has a name it exists in a particular format. Like a shadow that is always there, we only see if there is enough light.
If the light shines just right everything that is solid melts into air.
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