We are blood currants

We are blood currants

No one hurt. Not on our sprig. We have claimed life and are full of fight for it. We hold fast the sun as it streams into our cells.

Some day, sooner than we like, the light of spring will wend its way from tip to root until we face the truth of our own evolving nature, where we shine and how we fall.

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