Reminder












 You remind me of a part of myself that grew distant for a long while.

The part of me that finds every little thing so wondrously beautiful- 

the cobwebs and the little insects that wander across a branch, and the 

softness of trees, and cats, and birdsong.


I see the childlike joy spread across your face, and I am drawn into 

the excitement of nature's beauty; pulled into presence, and the magic 

of the small.

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