"Pushing daisies" is an action. "Dead" seems so final and static--a complete end to all activity.
But "pushing," pregnant with the energy, strain, and emotion of human endeavor, captures life.
And in the springtime of our death, the bulbs of our labor break open and grow.
Life lived for beautiful things.
But "pushing," pregnant with the energy, strain, and emotion of human endeavor, captures life.
And in the springtime of our death, the bulbs of our labor break open and grow.
Life lived for beautiful things.
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