When I was a little boy, my mother noticed that I was sitting alone for quite some time in the yard looking down into my hands. When she finally approached and asked what I was doing, I lifted my hands up to her, displaying a single green blade of grass, offering, "Look Mommy, see how beautiful it is."
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