Listening to music I enjoy a breeze created by the fan. My life is empty of a lot things since she left, it made a hole in me I didn’t know would open up. But I look at life with different eyes now. So on a hot, sticky morning like today, I’m thankful instead of oblivious to small comforts. I wish for nothing more than what I have. 

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