The Gift of Simple Joys
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A ladybug on a leaf, the slant of the late afternoon sun highlighting the plant’s veins and the color of its stem, the grace of its pattern against the sky . . . how poignant and lovely this simple gift of joy, so freely given.
Sometimes it’s enough just to walk the earth with eyes open to her wonders, to breathe the summer air, to feel the warmth of the sun, to smell the fragrances of the field, to hear the crickets’ song. Sometimes it fills me with such richness that I can want for nothing more.
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