No
better place to start than here, at the beginning. No better time to start than now, when things are imperfect, unfinished,
unknown. No better way to start than quietly; slipping into the world
unnoticed: no fanfare, no announcement; just a slight breeze sliding through a
newly cracked door; the door of the yellow greenhouse which now, is filled with
plants and hopes, and one day, grace.
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