I want it said of me by those who knew me best that I always plucked a thistle and planted a flower where I thought a flower would grow.
~ Abe Lincoln
Sometimes I wonder at the seeds I leave behind. I hope when I look back at the path that's led me here, I'll find more pocketfuls of posies and not the briar bushes left behind by my idealism and wistfulness.
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