Wait for it... the fruit within the fruit that reminds you of what makes the cherry red. What sap went through that little thread to make the cherry red. Here's the line break to remind you there has been a struggle. Frost that kills the leaves can't harm the roots. They still grow in frozen ground. Victory won't come until this little thread ties a knot under over gone, grasps and pulls along, and forgives us our decay.
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