It always comes. After every night the dawn peeks forth.
Each year winter is followed by spring. And after every storm the sun returns. Of this, at least, we can be certain.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
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Everyday and extraordinary beauty.
Do you ever think you can feel the way something sounds? This morning I went out to shovel, and when I came around the front of my car, I found a rabbit sitting in the snow on the other side. The rabbit took a look at me, then darted off. It was so quiet. And in the quiet I thought I could feel how soft and powdery the snow was and how soft the rabbit's fur.
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