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every year my dad gives me a hibiscus bulb in the winter
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the chimes on my porch singing in the wind // the sound of M's voice on the phone // my cheap ikea clock ticking in a quiet apartment // when my mother laughs // an unexpected letter in my mailbox // joking around with my students // the smell of a new book // dancing, rock-climbing and walking in the woods // how cut tulips keep growing when you put them in water // liturgies from
Every Moment Holy // a blind date coming up for someone I love very much // a few dates that already happened for someone else I love very much // the sunlight that streams onto my dining room table through the south-facing windows // a new year and new beginnings
