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Thalia crouches and clicks. “Sun-shyyyyne and frost — a com-bow to rival hot co-co and mal-ows!”
“Indeed.” Nia surveys their glistening world.
“When we focus on beauty…” Calliope thaws the bird feeder’s latch with her warm hand, “… all manner of things become… possible.”
I like it when a flower or a little tuft of grass grows through a crack in the sidewalk.
It’s so heroic.
~George Carlin
A note from LoveLetterist:
We're hosting a family gathering today.
Our refrigerator holds oven-ready pans of lasagne and stuffed shells -- and chilled tiramisu.
Most of the crumbs, cobwebs, and hard water marks have been lifted.
Offering a warm and welcoming space to gather
takes thought and effort
that are rewarded ten-fold.
Here’s to the heroism of grass, flowers, AND The Girls! 🙌🏼🐛🦋🙌🏼