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Feb 2018
I saw a fly
resting weakly on the wall.
I smiled, because I was
feeling the same way.
It made me think of you:
Would you smile at a fly,
and lend a small bit of
deeply sought attention?
Or would you remain aloof?
...If I can greet a fly,
why not others too?
How easily you spread joy
to all that you touch;
I will do the same....
Good morning, fly!
Dawnstar
Written by
Dawnstar  out of the blue
(out of the blue)   
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     --- and Miracle Beyond Me
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