i find myself so entrapped in the negatives of this world that i fail to see the positives
the beauty in a growing plant,
or a dying beast.
the beauty of a book-
once a tree, standing tall, creating homes for all sorts of things,
then cut down, chopped up-
turned into paper.
and upon it printed beautiful words, telling of worlds far away-
and characters so real they could've stepped out of the pages.
isn't it so beautiful how one thing can become an entire other world?
winter's coming on fast-
better chop enough wood.
pluck the last fruits of the harvest-
then say goodnight to the garden,
resting under a blanket of leaves and love.
In the vet's office.
My bunny, sedated.
They are coming soon with the second shot.
She had a good life. I hope she finds peace.
I'm going to miss her so much.
I love you, Whisper. I'm sorry.
Do you think people 100 years ago, in rural Vermont, looked up at the sky, at the milky way, the moon and all the stars? Do you think they marveled at them, and taught their children the constellations?
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