Some grow near us,
Sprouting from the same tree,
Spending their lives twisting and twining in the same garden.
Others blow in from far away,
Tossed about and pushed along
By the unpredictable winds of circumstance.
But once those foreign roots
Find the soil of a kindred heart,
They take hold, dig in, thrive
Like they’ve found the place they were always meant to grow.
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