Lobelia.
Warm Sunlight streaming in through the window.
The break after a deadline.
Curls,
Magazines to give away.
And someone to deliver them.
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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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