On a moody spring day that cannot decide between clouds and sun,
when the air feels as though i can wear it like a brand-new, cozy fleece hoodie,
and the ground is so ripe for gardening i can almost taste the sting of the garlic that might sprout there,
i am blessed and lucky to walk with a friend
in deep understanding
of what community is and should be.
How i wish this day could be every day.
But, if it were, would i remember well how to love it?
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