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Sometimes…my heart is so full…that it’s hard to write…there’s so much fullness that it doesn’t make its way to my fingers…doesn’t come out on the page…I’m not sure why this happens…it would seem that it would be the other way around…when my heart is empty…or…only partially filled…words wouldn’t come…but they do…

Bertha…says…it’s because there are too many thoughts…to many emotions…to get them sorted out and onto the page…

I suppose she’s right…the magic of last night’s snow…has filled my heart…watching the trees become covered in…white feather leaves…as feathery flakes continued to fall…until…the fullness of the moon commanded the sky…giving way only to the sunrise…and a world filled with sparkling diamonds…

She reminds me of…the magic…the gift…of nature…of life…that true joy has nothing to do with…my bank account…my body…or any of the other things I might stress about…

Rather…true joy…comes when I open my heart…to snowy feathers…falling from the sky…

Jane

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