In thanks

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

We ignore the emails and
the advertisements.
My money isn’t going to anyone today.
It’s grace and gratitude,
Thankful for life and the
many parts of life
the good and bad,
the ugly and the difficult.
That we are breathing,
That we love and are loved.
I immerse myself in that.
In thanks.

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