gratitude
… i become a supplicant made holy in the randomness of all that is careless and chaotic…
Wouldn’t it be rare and wonderful for these streets to become known as emblems of neighborliness, our best intentions floating around our homes like party balloons.
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I woke up in the dark hours with one word in my mind. Radiate.
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