The collection of treasure on my windowsill might not look like treasure to someone else, but it is treasure to me.
I see a freshly transplanted plant, that I nurtured from tiny cuttings on a greenhouse visit.
I see an adorable mushroom planter I found at Citiot on vaca that was a perfect home for my baby plant. I see a handmade pog-chip affirming all-body positivity created by Borderline Normal.
Our vision sometimes needs an adjustment to see the treasure right before us.
What treasure do you see around/in you today?
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