Why do we love to see the grass turning green in springtime?
Growth, development, change, that is the mystique.
Nothing remains the same.
I like to be where things grow.
Life calling to life.
A kind of magnetism.
My baby -
I enjoy him now,
His helplessness,
My role in his helplessness.
My creation!
It was not boasting
It was more than adulation
It was the vital essence
It was Life
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