Relative Something

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wading
into the water
that is Sunday morning
immersed in blessings
beneath layers of blankets
inside the room looking out
at bright sunshine
on crisp below zero snow
enjoying the transition
of one song into the next
not simply
because we can
although that is true
but because
I simply must
to feel the hope
that lies here with me
feeding my soul
the things I can’t
even though I want to
for the rest of every day
of my life

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