Walking in a forest or field one discovers life profligate.
Take, for instance, the happening upon a patch of wild strawberries in late summer. What a find!
If you touch and smell the berry you can feel its pulse of fructose sweetening, its burst of watery growth.
Pick one and give it away. What a gift!
On my next ride through the wild I hope to see again many such tiny miracles of life. The strawberries may be past for now, but they will return again, and again, and........................
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