standing in my yard
a child
small among the birch trees
i would slowly peel away the bark
creating the most delicate pieces of beautiful paper
a gift from the tree
uncurled and waiting to be my papyrus.
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“out of sight above the house, the mirror moon reflected the sun of a day not yet dawned,
shining the pale light of tomorrow on the yard and on the paper birches.”
-dean koontz
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image credit: white birch fragrance oil
at the songbird cafe
extra pennies left
for those who might need them
along with a tiny paper crane
for those who might need this even more.
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“a master of origami said he tried to express with paper the joy of life,
and the last thought before a man dies.”
-tor udall, a thousand paper birds
“tearing the paper means you’ve stopped believing in the infinite possibilities of a square.”
-tor dual, a thousand paper birds
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image credit: artist, vik muniz turned two million cranes into one symbol of strength for japanese earthquake victims
i held this gift of a tiny origami star
made from a square of beautiful paper
admiring it in my hand for a time
knowing it will be held in my memory
for a long time to come.
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“WHEN YOU FOLD A PIECE OF PAPER,
YOU’RE ESSENTIALLY CHANGING THE MEMORY OF THAT PIECE”.
-ERIC DEMAINE
