Every morning I see new leaves and buds and places where they weren't one day earlier. In spite of obsessive observation, the new tomatoes sneak up on me, probably when I step out of the room. The ants are swarming on the sidewalk's edge, the purple mustard is blooming and I ride through pockets of scented violets on my commute. This isn't really starting over, it's a continuation. We're still here. Let's keep going.
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