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  • It comes unbidden, yet we chance it.

    It comes by chance. yet we arrange its shape in our desire for it.

    We desire it, but letting go, it tailors us like sunmeat.

    It is lacy, it is rainbound, it is aurora borealis inside us, it is sweet as dry wine, it is lazy in its laciness; it is the clearing.

    Its name is bliss.

    (Photo by Susan, Galapagos Islands)
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