I've been reading Augusten Burroughs' new book, This is How. Toward the end of the book, he talks about what a completely ordinary and totally extraordinary miracle it is that any of us were actually born on this rock hurtling through space and spinning around a fiery star. As I walked to and waited for the bus after work, it made me think about what miracles the leaves on the trees are, in all their variation, complexity, and luscious greenness.... Mary
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