through grayed streaks of white wet cumulus, over unpretty rooftops of a metropolis, study my windowed winnowed airplane reflection, imposed ‘pon a worldly-wowed perspective,
set task before me to: define delist analyze in the very simplest terms: the best of me,
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‘tis the littlest things, the kindnesses, the slight grazed touch of hand and lips, the recognition of thanks genuinely tendered, well received, in the ilk of all these alike minutatie
in all these, and the summation thereof, these gestures, their accumulation so mini-sized, so great-empowering, that they go nearly unnoticed, but I notice
and it makes feel holy, nearest to my tiny embers of godliness that within my container, my spark, and nearer to thee, and thine, and our mutual sparkling