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Paradise Perspective
I stubbed my toe ... (I do this a lot since turning fifty-five, when everything I picked up to read began going to arm's length in order to be visible, and "readers" became a permanent style change - I see things in the lower part of my vision through wire-rimmed lenses that ride low on my nose, and the mid-to-upper views are naked eye, hence my feet are nearer to objects than they seem, and my podiatrical digits pay the price) ... and though this particular piggy-pounding was as intensely painful and bloody as any of the myriad bashings that preceded it, and while the air around me reverberated just as rhythmically as it ever had with streams of well-placed and frustration-relieving profanity, and though my fists pounded just as relentlessly against my thighs in anguish as they ever had before, (the purple/ black damage there to be tended to at a later date), and while my face grew as contorted and red as was humanly possible, THIS specific stubbing, was entirely different ... ... for when the aforementioned processes had run their rather ugly (and noisy) courses, THIS time I smiled, reached for my sublimely-timed Frozen Blue Margarita, raised it to the direction of the accident itself, offered a heartfelt blessing to that marvelous twilight air, and TOASTED the very object I had stubbed it on ... a tree. But you see, THIS tree was surrounded by cool, white quartz sand, was near a lagoon that shimmered with the colors of a peacock, and was festooned quite wonderfully and perfectly and tropically, with PALMS ... ... battered toes ... be damned! ;-)
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