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Oct 25, 2009 17:44

I'm lucky in ways that I so often forget to realize. The measure of my fortune is that it remains, even when I'm oblivious to it.

It's cold in my house, but I have a cat on my lap and bluesgrass music playing. It's messy, but I'm in the mood for cleaning. I'm home alone, full of joy and gratitude for spending the day with people I love and their families.

I'm grateful for things that point the way for me. Upward, home, beyond.
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