the trees are naked past the field, a couple still taking off their clothes
Marcy's feet on Webster's white and gray chest as Dave talks about swimmingand age and strength and screaming Jesus with your life
warm quilt wrapped around my feet (thanks K10)
empty cup of coffee to my left
the fire and the chimney are growing cold
Cooper is shifting and sighing,
my stack of books exhausted after a quiet time with my best friend, Jesus
after basted eggs and scraping out grapefruit
fall is falling away
the smell of snow shook hands with my nose last night as I hurried inside
(S) told me last week that anxiety is killed by being present in the moment
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