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Quiet Bliss Is

watching your dark-green cornstalks, wafted by the morning breeze, sway and tilt toward one another, buoyant and frolicking, huddling, grateful and glad for the touch of either sun or rain; coming home, soaking wet and shivering, tired and famished, on a thunder-shattered, stormy night, to the glorious kitchen scent, grandma with the kids, stewing chicken; and hushing your wife back to sleep as you slowly put down an absorbing book at 2 a.m. at the slightest stirring you hear from your winsome wonder in the crib !

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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