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Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower,

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief.

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

-Robert Frost

Watched the dying day Read the rest of this entry »

The other night, I was reading something about the importance of fueling your creativity. It compared your creative skills to plants: prone to wilt when they are not nurtured. Makes sense. Read the rest of this entry »