Today I learned mistletoe is a parasite, a tree its host, an odd thing for a father to teach his daughter on a late morning drive. Then, everywhere I looked trees blossomed with this beautiful virus - I thought of its power to make people kiss and how contagious beauty really is.
Reason for writing:
My father has a way of opening my eyes to things I never would have paid any attention to in the first place. Who would have ever looked at a parasite as a thing of beauty?
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