Like when you squeeze lemon into black tea
and the black tea starts brightening all over.
Her fatigue was gradually brightening.
Without any fatigue whatsoever, incidentally.
The way a firefly lights up.
Since she was no longer tired,
she’d get up and get dressed.
It was time to start.
~ Clarice Lispector, “The Imitation of the Rose.” The Complete Stories
Photo: Fireflies by m hamajima via Mostly Japan
Live & Learn 
Reblogged this on Carrie's Bench and commented:
To be whole… energized and ready to shine with celestial light. In a world so dark. Pray for renewal that a newfound energy might spread this light to the darkest corners.
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My “little light is shining,” but not quite as brightly as these. Waiting for my fist cuppa to kick in. 😀 Happy Monday!
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Smiling. Have a good one Lori.
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and the sun burst through her window…
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It did!
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Maybe with a little residual fatigue?
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That is permitted. 🙂
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I’ll have what she’s having. I’m tired. 🙂
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Amazing photo…I am reading all of your Clarice Lispector, shares! 🙂
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