a memory blowing in from the east

Thanks for the gift, James. 

Just about everything in life is a blessing, in some way. 

A lesson. A gift. 

Including the dust and dirt on the floor?

I am thinking that while I vacuum. 

Perhaps the gift is this; I still have the strength 

To clean, and enough spirit to still care. 

I can live with that, I think, 

And I move another chair out of my way. 

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Love…