Blackberries. Image from Pixabay

Blackberries. Image from Pixabay

During the fruitful years of my childhood, I’d pick and eat blackberries. Many thorns poked me and the blood from my wounds hid under the purple dye of the fruit. Many berries were sweet but some were sour. The ones highly out of my reach withered and died; such is life. We cannot have everything and we cannot help everyone. Those who do not make it will plant the seeds for next year’s crop.



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