by Kevin Carrel Footer While I am busy making an afternoon, the sun toasts the horizon and the moon’s soft arrival in the blue sky reveals the night’s approach. I type sporadically, lost in the post-coital bliss of the week’s contemplation. Across my mind flash delicious fragments of days just passed. It is Sunday and…
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It might not seem like much, but your ability to remember and acknowledge yourself makes a big difference, it seems to me. Too often I am dwelling on what is in front of me rather than acknowledging what I have already accomplished.
Tom: Thank you for your very thoughtful words. Abrazos, Kevin