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∴

there is a beauty

to the living

that the inanimate

cannot own.

 

to breathe and be imperfect

is so much more captivating

than to consummately stay,

soulless and pristine.

 

and oh,

when we come together

in abundance;

 

what impermanent,

and rare,

precious,

glory.

∴

 

 

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I picked these flowers from geraniums that were half dead. I placed them in my daughter’s hands. She’s the one who noticed: when held, they formed the shape of a heart.