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i was waiting to go to my mother's funeral -- and i found myself in front of my apartment building where gardeners were at work.
i was lost in my thoughts, but one group of cyclamens caught my eye, i suppose by the way the sun was backlighting it. suddenly i felt like the garden was grabbing me by the neck and saying look at me, damnit!... and there i was, rushing around, taking pictures of clovers and snails and flowers...
i felt so lucky to see such beauty, feel the warmth of the sun on my black sweater, smell the freshness of the cut grass and enjoy the smile from my caring neighbor.
the world is terrible and the world is wonderful.
both.
