Lying on the grass is no longer an infant in a blanket; she is the surviving sapling grown up to the sun from the thousand spores of the solitary parent tree; she is the full-grown queen of her mother's ant hill; she is the giant turtle who has made a hundred trips to lay her eggs upon the beach and left them there heedless of whether one will grow to her own size. She has grown.

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