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In the yard at a house in Tijuana, there was a 5 gallon bucket half-filled with dirt, tipped over on its side. A single small, plant about 4 inches long was growing vertically out of it, and I thought "How that little guy clings with everything he has to his tenacious hold on life. How much he must cherish it in some primitive, botanical way..how we all do, whether we know it, believe it, or not."
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