Author's note: These are my Different Prose/s, I haven't checked on it yet and you might read some errors along the way and I would like to apologize for that. But, I promise to check and edit it once I'm done with my other on-going series.
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She's the wild pansy of her own garden,
she seed shot out at the back end of a blue jay. When, heedless, she flew over the meadow. She had swallowed me in my homeland when she spied me lying easy under the sun—briefly; I called her "Mother."
Before I passed through her gullet like a ghost; in a blink of God's eye I became an orphan. I trembled and I fell alone in the dirt; that first night was a long night, early May and quite chilly, and I remember rain filled my furrow.
I called out for mercy — only a wolverine wandered by; I cursed my luck, I cursed the happenstance of this world, I smelled his hot stink, but he nosed me deep into the mud — this was the gift of obscurity.
I germinated, hidden from the giants of earth, the jostling stalks; various, boisterous bloomers, and this was my salvation.After seven days and nights I pushed through — yes.
