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We must not forget as humans tend to do, to be thankful for the way leaves come to rest on bubbling streams. And for birdsong.

For the wild way the wind weaves in and out of branches, and the delicate manner of cats as they stretch in dappled patched of sunlight.

We must not forget to notice the butterflies mosaic wings or the way the sky above us folds during the thunderstorm.

Notice too, how the mighty mountains stretch for years above us, silent, still, but they do not dance alone, for the sun peeks from behind then and calls us back to home.

Alicia.