Grace fills a small bucket of water from her sink for four plants on her balcony overlooking the bay overlooking her former life far away. She hopes the plants thrive. They may not like it here and they have no way to escape.
With the water delivered she looks down on the tiny neighbors walking the street all accustomed to being here, mentally preoccupied. They look happy, but who knows? Happiness is not what it’s all about. It’s all about – what?
She figures those tiny plants have to trust her, but sometimes water comes from the sky as well.
Linked to Carrot Ranch with 99-word theme: "bucket of water"
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
An interesting and true sentiment, Frank.
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Thank you, Robbie!
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It’s all connected. (K)
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It is. Thank you, Kerfe!
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What an interesting idea, of the plants trusting her.
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Yes although they may not realize it. Thank you, Jackie!
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Wow – this is so thoughtful – I loved pondering over the various aspects of hope, happiness and trust your post brings.
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Thank you, Pragalbha!
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Loving Others Is Not Always
Happiness but Strangely
Enough Loving Others Feels
Better than
Happiness
It’s Like the Joy
of Leg Pressing 1340
LBS 12 Reps it only makes me
Stronger so it is so much Fun..:)
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Loving others is better than happiness. Thank you, Fred!
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Welcome Frank hehe still working on Love..:)
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