Everything is grande.
New days, new complaints. Today it is the cold weather.
Bliss.
To be awakened by a cube to the skin.
Defrosting.
Life slowly unravels, to new senses.
New preferences are gifted and given.
Discovery.
Trudging, joy dances with the air that stands still- and I am back.
The difference between religion and spirituality is that those that are religious fear of going to hell, as for those that are spiritual have already been.
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