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Sep 2013
Isn't it strange how

(on those nights that I
remember to pray
before sinking into
exhaustion)

I always begin with,
Thank you Lord for this beautiful day.
?

And isn't it strange how
no matter what the weather,
or the emotions,
or the actions
of that day
it truly was
beautiful
?
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