Being born is like this…


Being born is like this:
The sunflowers slowly turn their corollas toward the sun.
The wheat is ripe.
The bread is eaten with sweetness.
My impulse connects to that of the roots of the trees.

—  Clarice Lispector, The Hour of the Star


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Comments

  1. Every sense comes alive

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  2. She’s one of the most beautiful humans the universe has produced.

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  3. Hahaha! So we all laugh together, then.

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  4. Heck, I’m laughing and I don’t even know why, but the exchange between the three of you is delightful!

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