Funny how something so small and unknown of its impact seems to sip into our consciousness, taking hold in the depths of our being and becoming a symbol or a sign of something significant.
On a path deep in the forest where the morning light barely penetrated, where I deliberately watched the placement of my steps so as not to trip, a blackberry appeared not as juicy nor a plentiful bramble but holy and pure a kiss from nature. As if it were a winning ticket, I laughed out loud and knew I had found my way back to myself.
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