Sometimes, when you’ve been staring at a list of aspects till all the words look the same, or the house cusps on the charts seem only to slice up a pie with no recognizable filling, all that remains to be done is to get up from the desk, grab your camera and walk. With any luck the light will catch your eye, or your eye will notice the previously unnoticed, or some small, quiet sound on the breeze will whisper, Remember when you were a bug? Sit on the ground; look up; remember how to see again. This world is both so small and yet so very big and beautiful. And then all that is left is gratitude.
I can even smell that sharp-sweet scent just looking at them…..aaaaahhhhhh……
Yeah! Dill before dusk is quite eery, you could easily get lost in a dill forest! Such a lovely take on the world, Amanda. And dill has a gorgeous taste too.
aahhhh . . . reFreSHing . . . a site for sore eyes, heart, mind. thank you, truly.
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You’re the best Amanda, breathtakingly beautiful.
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Thank you, Amanda. Well written and well taken.