One New Thing

The kitchen now features a new stove to connect to our town’s gas line. It’s shiny, new, perfect. But what I immediately notice is this new object’s effect on everybody else: I exclaim that now I need new dish towels. Now I need to scrub up the cabinets and any dirty thing around this new, gorgeous stove. Beauty has a way of multiplying itself. It has a way of spreading out, of influencing, of uplifting everything else.

I want to add more new. I also want to be the new thing.

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