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Beauty Beauty is all around me, in a million different things. The silvery haired, wrinkled face of one that has impenetrable memories She smiles and longs for someone, anyone to bust her out of her prison of silence. It is in the wispy, snowy white, silk of a milkweed as it frees itself of its casing It arrives in the sound of a beautiful well orchestrated piece of music that penetrates my soul. In the simplicity of a simple clump of wildflowers that grows freely in the ditch. As my dog Quincy runs freely with his friend Sawyer the beauty of their comradery and unbridled joy is unparalleled. It is in the kindness of those who consider the feelings of others and gently encourage. It emerges from the generosity at Christmas and unselfish acts all around from veritable strangers. The lake on a late November afternoon with its shades of bluish greys And a backdrop of thick denseness but a silvery light reflecting on the water and peeking through to show me one more surprise before covering up with its blanket of dark. The tedious overnight work of a spider who sits in wait in the most radiant web with drops of dew sitting carefully on a strand. In the spirit of one who never gives up and remains grateful even after unmentionable hardships and grief. In the words of the poets claiming words as their own to create the most unique ways of speaking their truth. In the love of a couple simply holding hands as they walk. The joy of a child’s face as he sees his favourite grandpa has come to visit. Of course, there are the generous sunsets and flowers of every colour that decorate my outside world The seagulls that stand on one leg, The geese that fly to unknown destinations at the same time every day The elaborate sandcastle built lovingly with a dad on the beach The nest with chirping baby birds begging furiously to fill their emptiness made lovingly with grasses and twigs and various treasures. The smell of beautifully roasted coffee permeating my early morning It is a beautifully crafted piece of art that is fresh from the soul’s expression of the artist’s brush I have learned to see the beauty all around and build a life of gratefulness Beauty surprises and comes in simplest form Which helps to drown the sorrow that inevitably must come to us all. Grace Daub December 1, 2021

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