Sometimes joy
is such a simple thing
is such a simple thing
a good
book
a cat, purring
on one’s lap
a brilliant
sunset fading to dusk
warm
socks in winter
And
sometimes joy
hides her
face
within
the folds of sorrow
patiently
waiting
her turn
“If you have the words, there's always a chance that you'll find the way.” ― Seamus Heaney
I am reminded of the many things I take for granted. I have soap and water, as much as I like, I have books and outside sour...
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