Monday, August 1, 2011

a.m. blessing

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In a morning suffused with feathery crispness, as I sat on the porch sipping coffee and feeling my body get reacquainted with old aches and pains, a lone woman on a bicycle passed by the house.

She was singing.

Now that's what I call a blessing!
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1 comment:

  1. Wife is going off for an early cooler morning walk with the dogs, chanting. Hachoo! Gods blessed me.

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