Earth’s crammed with heaven,
And every common bush aflame with God;
And only he who sees takes off his shoes --
The rest sit round it and pluck blackberries.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
Clouds fly against a grey sky, leaving small lonely patches of blue and reminding me that recent life has given me much to think about and little time to think. And I don't know that I mind life this way.
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