Have you ever been wounded by beauty? Have you seen, smelt, heard and felt so deeply that the memory of it branded your soul, seared your substance and made your heart burst with love and joy? It does not take much. For me, all I need to do is look at my child's snub nose and my heart contracts.
A dewdrop perched on the tip of a leaf, waiting to dive onto Demeter. Anthers, petals, sepals, scent..sun kissed. Open my eyes wider, inhale deeper and savor the touch of rose petals on my cheek.
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