Friday, November 26, 2010

Gratitudes



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  1. mmmm, such tenderness, downy fluff resting on fallen pine needles...

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  2. I gave thanks that the group of men in their boisterous prime were noisy and jovial, not raucous and forceful; that they were careful and kind with their big frames that could crush all below six-feet-four-inches; that their feelings were never hurt by knowing I poured their horrible, gifted coffee down the drain after they left for the day in favor of making a fresh pot more to my liking. "Find a good home for that coffee?" one of them wanted to know when they returned. "Yup," I said with a smile. "Sure did."

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