Tuesday, April 5, 2011
It was out there hanging by just the two sides. And it wasn't very high off the ground. There were not many other branches or thick brush to hide it at all. It seemed so vulnerable there all by itself. For one moment I wanted to pluck it from its place and examine it, and the next moment I wanted to protect it from that very act.
It was hard not to feel bad and good at the same time while looking at it. It seemed like it couldn't stand even the smallest breeze, but yet there it is. And then the thought of the new life that could be resting in that little bowl made me feel so very happy.
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