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  1. Pam
    April 24, 2009

    In the intensity of truly noticing, you’re more alive than anyone on the planet. I don’t think that’s nonsense, I think it’s the opposite of borrowing death.

  2. Amanda
    April 24, 2009

    These things happen to me too. I used to think it was a weakness; as a child, they called me “too sensitive.” But it’s a wonderful thing to be where you be and see things and not quite be able to breathe. A wonderful and horrible thing. I think I love my life more because of the dust, because something’s always whispering “Remember. Remember you are dust.”

  3. midlife slices
    April 25, 2009

    …and I thought it was just me….

    9:28 pm
    Danielle said...

    me too!

  4. Peonies and Polaroids
    April 27, 2009

    I’m so glad that you’re not done with noticing the beauty in the everyday. Please don’t ever be done.

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