A friend recently said that sometimes I get a look on my face like I’m seeing unicorns. I didn’t know this about myself, but it rung true. I am embarrassingly prone to childlike wonder.
I’m grateful for it. I even depend on it. It’s a way of getting through what can be a rough world. Sometimes I just need to watch a bird doing bird stuff to get my mind …
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