Even as a young man I knew passion was like a plant. Uproot it and it will wilt. Pluck at it and it will die. Leave it to thrive in the soul and it will flourish, weathering god, drought and winds. It is born with the soil, and well planted, it will live long and deep; as the soil shall live so shall the passion.
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