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Not wanting to believe the news I woke to, the
news I do not want to accept, that I cannot write of poetically enough, that I dare not try to fathom... I went outside, looking for the beauty that is always there. Looking for reminders of why we don't crumple, or despair
too much, lest we dissolve.
Happily I found little things, and glimpses that remind me that I love seemingly insignificant details, ordinary occurrences, life extraordinary for its habitual, routine nature.
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Seeds have dropped here, and are beginning anew what their parents did... growing and blooming, dropping seeds.
This makes me happy.
"Don't you love the Oxford Dictionary? When I first read it, I thought it was a really really long poem about everything."
~David Bowie
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