Saturday, April 03, 2010

Spring

    If you have never stuck your nose completely into a cherry blossom, a blossom that burst open only a few hours ago, you cannot know the intensity of joy possible by bees, by us.

    We cannot know what bees know . If I had to choose between words and the inexplicable joy felt when I buried my face in a fresh patch of cherry blossoms, I'm throwing away my keyboard and running away with the bees.

    Not all things are possible, but these things are:

      You can eat bread, .... more..

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