A silent conversation inside a silent place
<p>“Yes, this is true; and look at the unique little hairs that I have hidden away under here” the little plant whispered back shyly; “please place me with my relatives; with those plants that look just like me, that in actual fact are me, from a different time and perhaps from a different place.”</p>
<p>So I gently pick up the flattened little plant, glued against its cardboard home, and take it to where it belongs. As I open up the folder, in which it will reside from now on, I can almost hear the invisible celebration from all of the other flattened plants that it joins. This new member adds something to their story, whether it’s a distinct curve in the leaf edge that has never been noticed before, or a new dot on the map that represents their original wild home. Every little flat plant matters, every little flat plant has something to say.</p>
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