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the short yet joyful lives of soap bubbles

The first to arrive is confused but only for a moment before a companion appears.

Look! the first bubble says to the second, and as more bubbles join them the word is repeated and echoed by bubble after bubble. Look, look!

They tumble upward and dance on breezes, giddily spinning as they stare at the strange new world they have been blown into.

Look! they say to their fellow bubbles, sometimes so enthusiastically that they bump into each other and cling and spin together.

They peer in windows and exclaim at the contents.

They ask questions about how and why but the answers seem unimportant.

People smile at them and they smile in return, giddy for having made people smile by simply existing.

When some bubbles begin to pop, the others gasp and sigh and rush to share their thoughts and observations with their remaining friends.

And when only a solitary bubble is left with no one else to talk to it looks around and around at the sky and the ground and everything in between in blissful silence until it too explodes with joy.

 

About flax-golden tales. Photo by Carey Farrell. Text by Erin Morgenstern.

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