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This little 2-year-old girl looked at me today, while taking her picture. Her stare was so strong, it made me feel bonded to her somehow, made me imagine how one of her days must be. There was so much light and mystery in those eyes.
My grandmother kept a vase of lilies on her kitchen table that she refused to throw away, even as the petals curled and darkened into the color of dried tea leaves. She told me that a flower is most honest when it stops trying to be perfect. When it is young and upright, it is […]
When a tulip begins to reach the end of its cycle, the turgor pressure within its cells wanes, and the stem loses the rigid, upright posture of its youth. It is a slow, deliberate surrender to gravity. We often mistake this softening for a failure of vitality, yet it is in this state of relaxation […]