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Comfort Wishes

I wish you a moment each day to press the season close I wish you an explosion of taste, a reassuring texture, a line of poetry to penetrate the carapace of busyness Until, like the woman who saw her butter dish for the first time after thirty years when the sunlight hit it just right And the universe is laid bare to the “I am” you always are

— Jennifer Louden

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