The tale of the papaya hasn't ceased
Each fruit it bore is worth the wait..
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| The first shoots came around September Right when I was facing my own major battle |
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| The scarred fruits, marred by circumstances Borne forth by its mother tree without a tinge of sadness |
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| All luscious and green, breathtakingly captivating! |
Six months thereafter..
It was time.
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| Beautiful.. but beyond what anyone imagined it to be... |
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| It was worth every sun shine.. |
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| Worth every raindrop..worth every glance.. It was such a beautiful day to finally hold it in my arms.. |
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| To marvel at its wonder.. and give reverence to the Great Creator.. |
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| This is worth many rainbows.. |









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