When I wake up in the morning, and here, once again, I am handed a day. To have. For my very own. It seems more than biological happenstance. Yet, not some bearded white guy in a white robe pulling the strings for the parking space or the reprieve from illness or accident.
Whether there are things that are easy or difficult or heartbreaking or poignantly beautiful or normal.
It somehow is to me that, upon waking, upon getting on with my day, another gift has been given.
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