What is it, I can tell you today…really it’s the same old thing,it’s all in a living ofgratefulnessand why even do I keep telling you aboutordinary thingsthe same sights, the same soundsthe same rays of sunshine?Oh, I suppose I could…
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This morning I say to my love, as he comes in – “if I had been smart… “ (a familiar statement, and so he laughs) full to the brim with enthusiasm from the book on my lap “if I had…
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Friday is my day to be. When first I wake this morning, I am in no hurry to rise even though I can hear the dog barking which then turns into a howl he thinks he has been left alone…
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The morning dawns as most days, in a quiet smile and gratefulness to begin a rather overcast day it appears, and although I have heard the snowplow thundering its way down the street, I am in no hurry to rush…
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