I'm grateful for the women who were in my writing class, for their creativity and humor. Grateful for black-eyed peas on New Year's, and hot cider at Christmas. Grateful that I experienced childbirth and saw my son grow up into the fine man that he is, for memories and memoirs, photographs, paintings, sculpture, and music.
Grateful for healing and for the wonderful day I've had, for Franklin's letter to Olivia, safe travels, and a warm home.
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