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There is something very beautiful about seeds, maybe especially the ones which disperse in the wind.
There’s something so delicate, light and insubstantial about them. Maybe that’s why children often think these are fairies when they float past in the wind.
Yet, they are bursting with potential. Full of promise and possibility, just waiting for a helping hand from a passing breeze to leap into the unknown, and hopefully find fertile ground somewhere.
This particular seed head seems even more delicate than most. And doesn’t that delicacy, that fragile impermanence make it all the more beautiful?
It does for me.
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