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Gratitude

I'm grateful for good food and warmth, for babies and beds and a strong brew. I'm grateful for brindle dogs with wet noses and paws like flares. I'm grateful for no-one knowing what is going on inside me or on my screen, when I feel like the churn and swirl will drive me to run out of the building, and cry and rock and hug something. I'm grateful no-one knows how little I remember or how much I have on. 

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