Planted,
I can tell you about trees
Growing
I can display what trees are
Eaten
You can become what I am.

		(Love..)


  S     P     A     C     E
	    (the Fox)


How can a man be born when
he is old?
	     --Nicodemus


	 Breathe!

It is almost time for us.
Her belly hangs from her--a
beach ball in a sack of stretched
skin.  Struggling impatience from
all who are involved.  "For 
unto us a child is born."

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