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...the smoky taste of my coffee
brimming in my moody maroon mug..
Perfect...
puppy snoozing, breathing softly,
she knows all is well....
Vanilla and Sandlewood
flickering, burning away,
silent and golden in waning winter's light...
and steady Oaks
standing their snowy watch,
ancient and noble outside my window...
their stillness staying me,
grounding me,
in the gorgeous gracious Gift
of
now.
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