This morning was a classic Monday; nothing went how it might have. (Nothing bad, just first-world snafus.) That said, I didn’t feel bothered by any of it because the sun rose after a long night of rain, and the air smelled fresh in only the way microbes exhaling on a moistened forest floor can. I was greeted with this small heart puddled with water and …
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