Dear Firestarter,
After my usual bowl of cereal this morning, I warmed my bones with a small dish of warm turkey soup. My mom made it. There is certainly a growing pile of leaves swirling outside the door leading to the carport this morning.
I am able to clearly spot differences in my attitude when I wake up to too much commotion vs. waking up gently and breathing gently through my self-identified slacking. I definitely prefer the latter.
Talk softly, assure me I’m safe please.
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