Sometimes it's just a chair sitting at the edge of the house, waiting with leaves scattering, empty as if with arms open for autumn—sometimes it's just simple things such as this that make me love life. That make me full and humble and collapse on weak knees because—isn't it so beautiful? This one life we have to live?
When
a chair waiting empty for autumn can stir so much inside a soul—when such
a simple, unexplained thing can wring joy from you—then you can see
beauty everywhere.
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