I Become this Nowism: Reflections Upon the Day of my Birth
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3 min readApr 14, 2024
The buds beginning again. Their own little universes of life upon the tree being of destiny. A bird chirps so loudly it distracts any words, as if on my shoulder this morning. It flies off into the day. So shall I too.
Making my time to rest in between the flutter.
Peace moments.