so help you God.

"This is what I've been waiting for." How often have I thought or spoken or just felt these words? And you?

Could it possibly get any better? Is it getting better or is it just my hearing that's getting better?

Leaves dancing in stillness, dancing stillness, outside my window. Ants from the flowers my wife picked in the garden and put on my desk scurrying here and there until one by one, six so far, they crawl onto some sheet that can be carried to the open window where they are blown back into their own life of stillness within stillness.

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