Thankful musings after the bitter diatribe:
- How the dark and stormy night gave way to a blue sky full of sunlight--sparkles over the wet grass.
- Deep breaths of clean air and sips of pure water.
- Grace to heal my battle scars as I journey through my faith.
- Sleeping dogs who know when a good cold nose is needed.
- Eyes that see, ears that listen, and a mouth that can shut up long enough to do the first two things.
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