A day (mostly) at home.
Surprise visitors bearing gifts.
Leisurely mani-pedis.
Deep purple.
Inari.
Hearing you talk about me as though I am important to you.
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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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