Extravagant Joy
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Tucked among the cattails’ reeds at the swampy far edge of the lake where few wandered, a clump of dew drenched wild asters sparkled in the morning sun.
They were well hidden, like rare jewels tucked in a secret corner of some miser’s hut. Nature scatters her treasures with extravagant joy.
The glints of sunlight beaming from the dew drops gave them away. I squished through the mud just to see them, drawn by their brilliance.
And once in their presence, I was so overcome by the Yes singing through them that I didn’t know whether to whoop out loud or to drop to my knees in worshipful prayer.
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