"I tell them sometimes I just sit and think. But I won't tell them about what." Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Here's a Little Poem
You notice first what is beautiful Though even the plants with the greenest leaves Have a certain flaw But if you see the flaw in a different light You see that the whole thing is beautiful And the flaw is what makes it that way
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