my yard is beautiful in the day. Being that I have lived in the same town for around 25 years, the same house for 5 years: I have stopped (although not intentionally) noticing the beauty around me. I used to always be amazed how I would find such beauty in the very mundane of everyday/ordinary/even plain discarded objects.
I am happy to be revisiting my former inquisitive and appreciative self.
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