Photo by Carrie Newcomer
Dialogue with the invisible can go on every minute, and with surprising gaiety I am saying thank you as I remember who I am, a woman learning to praise something as small as dandelion petals floating on the steaming surface of this bowl of vegetable soup, my happy, savoring tongue. By Jeanne Lohmann (From: To Say Nothing But Thank You)
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