Dear Gratitude Journal :

I’m grateful to my friend, Denise who taught me how to drink beer. I’m not as fond of it as other beverages, but it’s a safe bet in a sketch bar. I’m grateful a bar is next door to my mechanic. He doesn’t know it, but its location is the prime reason I seek his services. I can get a smog anywhere. And, I’m grateful I discovered the strength of detachment. You never see Buddha in a political protest.

The end.

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