sprouts ovenbird The children grew chia sprouts in their preschool class, tiny foil tart tins containing the most delicate forests. The boy is no older than four. He carries a greening world in the palm of his hand, walking tentatively so as not to drop it, reverence in every articulation from toe to heel. She watches him traverse the length of a hallway, a little sage on his way to the house of wonder. She thinks that her love holds her heart that same way: warm in cupped palms, sheltered from wind, eyes full of awe, taking delicate steps in the_direction_of_forever. 260428 what's it to you? who go blather from