Not Cells
I was singing in the car with my six-year-old granddaughter. I’m fairly certain you know the song ‘My Favorite Things ‘ from The Sound of Music. Finding myself getting choked up, I told sweet Madeleine that sometimes pretty music makes me cry. “Me too,” she said, wiping away a tear.
Beauty
Many people have similar experiences: beauty, whether in the form of a pretty face, an amazing song, a fragrant flower, or a majestic landscape, can be overwhelming. The diverse types of beauty may have their own distinct effects on different people. Astronomers enjoy stars; poets enjoy words; and I, well, I enjoy little things. Bugs, germs, and cells.
Cells!
Honestly, if most people knew what I know, I’m sure they would also enjoy what I love: cells. Here is my attempt to tell you all about it.
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