Earth's crammed with heaven,
And every common bush afire with God,
But only he who sees takes off his shoes;
The rest sit round and pluck blackberries.
-Elizabeth Barrett Browning
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As anyone who reads this blog will probably discover, I am not a writer. I don't even know if I would consider myself much of a deep thinker. And so a blog seems like a silly thing to create. Well, one thing that I am is silly. So maybe this is perfectly in character for me.
1 comment:
i love this poem!
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