the cradle of america

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Tradescantia spathacea is in the family Commelinaceae. Commonly known as oysterplant, or moses-in-the-cradle, it is native to Central and South America including Mexico, Belize, and Guatemala. Oysterplant is a clump forming perennial that produces rosettes of fleshy leaves that are glossy green above and dark purple below. The attractive foliage has made this species a very popular plant for use in subtropical landscapes, such as homes and gardens in the southeast United States. However, because of its widespread use, coupled with its ability to spread due to thick fleshy rhizomes, oysterplant is considered highly invasive in southern states like Florida.

It’s coming from the sorrow in the street
The holy places where the races meet
From the homicidal bitchin’
That goes down in every kitchen
To determine who will serve and who will eat
From the wells of disappointment
Where the women kneel to pray
For the grace of God in the desert here
And the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the USA.
Sail on, sail on
Oh, mighty ship of State
To the shores of need
Past the reefs of greed
Through the squalls of hate,
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.
It’s coming to America first
The cradle of the best and of the worst
It’s here they got the range
And the machinery for change
And it’s here they got the spiritual thirst.
It’s here the family’s broken
And it’s here the lonely say
That the heart has got to open
In a fundamental way
Democracy is coming to the USA.
—  Leonard Cohen, 1934-2016
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He held you in his arms, cradling you against his chest as the battle raged on, “(y/n), please.” He whispered, “Please, just hold on a little longer, okay?”

You felt numb, cold; you felt nothing. You stared up at him and managed to whisper, “Captain…” Your eyes fluttered shut and you took your last breath.

“No…” Steve whispered, eyes tearing up, “(y/n)… You were supposed to be okay; you were supposed to live…” He pressed a kiss to your forehead, “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”