family to love. thinking of those who have none of these things and of the birds fluffing up their feathers against the cold, i gather cans of food for the food pantry and fill the bird feeders. then, standing on the doorstep, i watch the pale sun painting the sky with crimson glory, and i sit down once more at the computer to dream and write. in this season when the cold earth rests, inspiration can flow again, and once more i hope to write that story, finish the novel… and find that fabric!
but the heart feels warm.
may the day have given you 100 reasons to laugh and be happy!
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