Notice Things
Near the end, is far too late to find what you have lost;
obvert your gaze to all the tiny miracles, to hear, to see, to touch;
the wind through ancient Aegean trees re-formed to herculean bonsai;
iridescent shimmering of Iris’ sunlit snow atop her goddess mountain;
calico, rough against your tender sun-kissed skin as day turns into evening.
Each thing you take the time to heed with love will be with you, always.
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