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[homicidalpoet]

I awoke this morning, warm in my bed, to the smell of rain and freshly-bloomed jasmine, to the touch of a cat pawing gently at my hand, to the taste of ice-cold water, to the sound of the water still falling from the sky, percussive and melodic, collecting in pools and bringing life to everything it touched.  Only then did I open my curtains enough to see the snow falling....what beautiful a day awaits me.

I smiled.

This is paradise.