Snow and cold may be outside but inside the bright light warms me luxuriously, my own personal sun. It kisses me, long and luscious, forgiving my pajamas and seeming slothfulness.
Basking in its smile I am renewed and mended. It’s as if each ray resuscitates my every cell. I am the kindling ignited and invited graciously into the fire of life.
Fran
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