Sunday, August 25, 2024

What This Is Not

 This is not just surprise and pleasure.

This is not just beauty sometimes
too hot to touch.

This is not a blessing with a beginning
and an end.

This is not just a wild summer.
This is not conditional.

—-Mary Oliver

[Photo taken in Seabeck, WA - August 2024]



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