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this plant and i have a peculiar connection, one that stems from the circumstances in which it came into my life. this relationship manifests itself in her condition - she oscillates from being at the pinnacle of health, proudly displaying her strength and capacity to stand up to and accomplish anything to shedding all of her leaves in some careful contemplation of and in preparation for death. but she doesn’t die. not in the two years i’ve had her. the shedding is just part of the cycle. and while she may seem down and out, she’s really steeling herself, preserving her energy so that when the time comes, she ready to sprout forth with the energy not typically associated with her kind, to bloom in the face of those who doubted her, who made her feel lesser than or unworthy, and to show appreciation for those that, despite her nude stems, continued to water her, sure that all the effort would reap some reward.

any day now…her time will come.