a month and a day later

now at the end of my first month as a 23 yo, I'd like to make a toast 

a toast
to care and indulgence, a fertile and soft soil to grow on
to curiousness and fulfilment, the sun that offers guidance to the flowers of my identity
to me and myself, not scared to be cherry-picked or overflown 
after all,
the field is sown with sprouts of a salutary life


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