Maybe flowers weep, heaving sadness up through the stem and down the tender leaves, distilling living beauty into the vapor of perfume so that at least their scent will be carried into a world too busy to slow into an awareness that beauty lives everywhere. —C.L. Fisher, March 2021 Unless otherwise indicated, all content, including writingContinue reading “Diffusing Beauty”
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