i discovered
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I discovered that there is joy in the small pieces
The scraps left on the floor
Become a nose for a teddy bear
A piece of foam can become a mattress for the box that is turning into a bed
Nothing is wasted
It was one once thing
And can then become another
With eyes open to wonder
We can breathe a second life into
A piece of ribbon
A paper clip
A dried-out marker
What joy to discover
That there is so much more than what meets the eye
When we lean in without expectations
Without plans
But only the openness to discover what could be
The above words were written during Monday’s Write Together class inspired by the prompt:
I discovered:
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