My vase full of bright flowers.
Sun after a cold night.
A microwave and toaster oven.
Days off school at an opportune time.
My warm robe.
Capers and cauliflower.
Disinfecting wipes.
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I feel the earth move sunward, I join the great march onward, And take, by faith, while living, My freehold of thanksgiving. ~from "My Triumph" by John Greenleaf Whittier
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