Looking back over all the photos I took (but did not post) this spring… I see that this year, tulips were my muse. Not the tulips I usually pay attention to – fists of tightly clenched petals, full of expectation. Instead, tulips as they slowly opened up and faded away. Graceful wilting petals that captured the sun, flew like birds, defied gravity, and finally fell the ground like party ribbons after the celebration ends.
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Switch your profession and become a writer. You could also collaborate with Owen and write chilren’s books!!!!!!