I am listening to the slight trickle and gurgle in the pipes which magically produces blessed heat in my room, the soft purr of the air-purifier, and a beat-up old truck held together by rust and memory plowing the "courtyard" outside my window.
Good morning.
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My wish for you is that you continue. Continue to be who and how you are, to astonish a mean world with your acts of kindness. Continue to allow humor to lighten the burden of your tender heart. - Maya Angelou
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