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Stay thankful.

Twas the morning after Thanksgiving, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse…. I don’t know about you, but that pretty much described my house this morning… unless you’re one of those crazy black Friday fanatics who was up at the crack of dawn before you’d even finished digesting …

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{after}

Like the smell of the earth, after the heaviest of rains,like the stillness of the air,after the howls of the thunder,how sweet love can be, after the sorrow of heartache,how healing is forgiveness, after the injury of hate.

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{death}

i have seen death beforeand he is dark and he is cruelhis claws are painful, his presence inevitable,slowly or quickly he comes for us allhe leaves more damage than he createsbut on days like today, i admire deathand the way these leaves, once green and fresh, then vibrant and yellow, now brittle and orange,dance to …

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61 days.

Today is November 1st. You know what that means? We only have two months left of this decade. Two months, or eight weeks, or as this post is titled; 61 days. Just 61 days. Ten years ago, I was ten years old, with dirt under my fingernails and holes in the knees of my jeans. …