Treasures have dropped into my lap this week: three free, only slightly water-damaged books about trees; four wonderful new employees at my place of work, an unexpectedly good book to review by an author I didn't think I liked (my opinion has been revised, a gift in itself), and a break. Last night I was driving from one job to another in a haze of exhaustion and thinking in a heartfelt manner: I need a break. When I got to my business partner's house, he said: we need a break. So we're taking a couple of unexpected days off!
Now, that's my kind of miracle.
I could chop up these sentences and arrange them artistically and have this look like a poem. But there's more to poetry than pleasing patterns on paper, though I know some would argue about this.
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