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someone in this house has killed the baby avocado plant. the same avocado plant that had been thriving in a small shared pot. since it was sucking the life out of the other plant for its own strength and growth (ah, what WILL to power, to live!) it was moved to its own pot. we thought it was for the best. things were going well. it was moved from the kitchen where i could always water it with left-over tea etc to the living room where its young stalk and leaves melded with the foliage of others. an appointment with the watering can meant a closer inspection... and the young stalk has been snapped, as unceremoniously as any farm chicken! i must confess i have been an absent parent ever since the move. my heart is flooded with guilt because i don't even know when exactly the avocado plant had its last gasp at the hands, or teeth, of some beast.
violence begets violence and so i will not engage in a witch-hunt for the culprit(s). rather, i am placing my faith and hope in the little short stalk, naked of leaves, that had sprouted alongside the elegant, powerful, stalk. perhaps the misfortune of one will spell opportunity for the other.
violence begets violence and so i will not engage in a witch-hunt for the culprit(s). rather, i am placing my faith and hope in the little short stalk, naked of leaves, that had sprouted alongside the elegant, powerful, stalk. perhaps the misfortune of one will spell opportunity for the other.