Lorraine, my next-door-neighbor, will be ninety tomorrow. I picked up this seedpod a while ago when it fell from the tree in her front yard. I don't actually know what kind of seed it is, so I just called it "Lorraine's seed." I knew I'd remember it that way. It looked pretty non-descript when I first picked it up, but when I put it on the scanner and took a good look, it seemed so rich to me.
I don't know if I'll make it 'til 90. I hope so. I hope by then that I'll have developed a life, a spirit, with this much richness.
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