when the morning sun rises, it briefly puts light through my bathroom window and onto the inexpensive curtain in the photo above. I never notice that curtain or the machine embroidered flowers on it, unless I happen to use the bathroom during those few minutes on a cloudless morning. The sun moves to the other side of the house, and the light is changed back to ordinary. With the ordinary, it is hard to know if what we choose to notice, and what we choose to ignore, and what we just miss, is important. With the extraordinary, it is even more difficult.
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