“That blossom started as a seed,” she continues. “It was buried deep in the cold, dark ground. One day when the soil was warm and moist, the little seed split apart and began to climb to a world it could not see. Imagine the courage it had! It did not know what it would find when it broke through the surface. The scorching sun? The gardener’s blade? The crushing hoof of a cow? But the seed courageously pushed on so that one day it could become a beautiful flower.” She points a finger at me. “You must have the courage of the seed, Anna. Without it, you will stay buried. You will rot and die. It
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