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Smiling with gratitude for life

You might see a mushroom in less than its prime. And wish for what might have been.

I smile. 

Because I see a feast enjoyed and a living demonstration of interdependence.

That also means picking up a dead mole further along the path and tossing them into the undergrowth to continue their part in the everlasting cycle.

I smile again.

Not with hilarity but gratitude.