Wapun Meadow no gale can down this ship

ingram listened patiently, realizing then that cadeau’s heart, however flowered, resided in a dark place. he wondered, but did not speak, upon what would make a heart wither like that.

life, he had come to learn, was about taking chances. making leaps. sowing good, and reaping bad; if you just sat around and waited for it, it would pass you by and you would be left used up and unfulfilled. everyone has weeds, ingram intoned gently, giving cadeau an encouraging smile. the problem is, weeds can choke your vision — and so many people think they are the first and only, to have troubles in their heart. that is not so. he shrugged again, finding the topic much too dark for his preference. just give it time. if you had asked me when I was your age if i would be where i am, i would have laughed.. but here i am... time has a way of smoothing our edges and changing our perspectives.