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  • Cellophane, it seems to me, makes a difference in our understandings about life.

    I wrote this comment to Cowgirlrose in my preceding story. "We always blessed and expressed our gratitude to the two-leggeds, the four-leggeds, the finned-ones, and the winged-ones. Without exception. When I was small, [we acknowledged that] they gave their lives for our survival.”

    Today those blessed beings continue to nourish us but they do not resemble themselves when they come wrapped in cellophane. Impersonal. Detached. Artifacts. Not quite real. Certainly not alive.

    Sometimes I even forget to bless them and express my gratitude.


    Photo by Barbara, Lake Harriet, Minneapolis, MN.
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