i’m at a place in life where i’m deeply joyful almost all day, every day, constantly noticing tiny beautiful things. and then at least once a day—for a few minutes, i feel this deep grief.

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it’s an oscillation.

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awe because the moss is so soft.

because we can see more shades of green than any other color.

because there are probably one or two tardigrades in there.

because it’s a whole little ecosystem and also somehow a pillow.

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and then i remember we make people sleep on concrete.