A friend of mine has a new man in her life. He is a butcher.
"Watching him cut meat is like poetry," she says.
I know just what she means.
Anyone who has ever watched a person doing work they love would know exactly what she means.
As would anybody who has ever watched with the eyes of their heart wide open.
I am very happy for her. I remember being there; and it was wonderful.
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