Brooms.
Wrist braces.
Regaining some order.
Some who like to call me to say I'm beautiful.
Skylights.
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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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