God like a flea may bite you somewhere
Rumi
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the chair is comfortable
the morning
is cool
and misty
sitting on my deck
my eyes wander
to the vague mountain hidden in the clouds
the coffee is hot
and strong
the birds come and go
singing
deer silently wander through the trees
it would so easy
to
stay
here
all
day
but sometimes
you have to move
sometimes we need
divine discontent
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