Personal Journals
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A little dogwood tree is losing its mind; overflowing with blossomfoam, like a sudsy mug of beer, like a bride ripping off her clothes, dropping snow white petals to the ground in clouds, so nature’s wastefulness seems quietly obscene. It’s been doing that all week: making beauty, and throwing it away, and making more.
-Tony Hoagland, Donkey Gospel