The True And Serious Beauty  Of Trees, How It Seemed Insane That They Should Offer This To Us, How Unworthy

The true and serious beauty  of trees, how it seemed insane that they should offer this to us, how unworthy we were, bewildered how soon we were nearly weeping at their trunks as they tossed down petal after petal, and we tried to remember how it felt to receive and notice the receiving

Ada Limón, Hooky

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