We put up Christmas lights around our front door. The air is crisp. (such a lovely description. i always think i want something else, because that is overused. but really it's perfect.) There was frost on the leaves in the driveway yesterday. Every year I get more excited about Thanksgiving.
Sometimes I can't do things.
And sometimes, can I realize that is what makes life beautiful?
I'm not ready to see it that way
and to understand it differently than
that the walls, when they come nearer,
mean that I am growing
until I break them open, free myself from their narrowness
- Klee
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one of my favorites.
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