Look at that curly hound tail.

Look at those ears and those trees and that muscular arched back and the pond edge that lays a black line through the middle… marvel at the magic magic simplicity of it all and of the clarity and the confusion and the stripped graphic nature of it and the endless discoveries to be made… the contradictions and the harmony… the chaotic balance and glory tipping under its own weight.

I throw my arms in the air and rejoice and squeal and jump with delight having stared at it and spent a quiet hour just spinning my eyes around it over and over and over and over.

Joy.

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