Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful for my view of the harvest moon, which was hanging over the mountain like a fuzzy silver earing. I’m grateful I got home in time to windproof the house. And, I’m grateful that I’m not afraid to say no. You can’t go thru life with catcher’s mitts on both hands; sometime you need to throw shit back.

The end.

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