My Joy

by Devorah

Peppermint chocolate, spicy manioc chips, a journal that opens flat, black pens that don't smear... But really working on permission, that's happening in the realm of enjoying the price of victory. It seems so counter-culture, counter-compassion, counter-peace, etc, and yet one of my deepest thrills develops when I ponder the weight that establishes deep significance.

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