Foxglove Moments














There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look'd upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day, or a certain part of the day,
or for many years, or stretching cycles of years...

                                                                                    Walt Whitman


This morning I woke up and became a hummingbird.

Not bad.






[First posted: May 16, 2015]




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