Like the fresh smell of wild flowers laying adjacent, potent and free...I start a new day appreciative as can be.
Like the sweet after taste of my Nana's homemade candied yams..I open my mouth in thanksgiving as can be.
Like good ole' behind the ear-aching laughter until we're red in the face, who were once crying, displaced.
Like the bold breeze behind the wall of an ocean, today is a new day and I am thankful as can be.
Like the craving for a form of chocolate directly after an Italian meal, my tastebuds are as appreciative as can be.
Like watching children play...
And graciously playing with them, I am appreciative.
Like a new revolution sent to your doorstep, with your name on it, specifically for you, I acknowledge that I am grateful...
to be continued....
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