I wish you could see that I perceive the beauty in everything that's happening for me.
I'm a sapling tethered to its posts.
How many? I don't know.
But I'm grateful for their strength when the wind blows.
One day, once my roots take hold,
I'll break away from these ropes.
Watch me grow.
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