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My world is filled with wonderous things
Like the peace and silence contentment brings. I love writin' stories and readin' letters, Wearin' clothes like jeans and sweaters. Dust motes afloatin' bright in the sun. The quiet pleasure of a job well done. Sunshine and silence and libraries quiet. The joy of success with my latest diet. Computer games and winning of course. The wonderful scent of a gentle old horse. The wind that whispers. The taste of Sprite. Old dogs asleepin' under star bright. A man who is gentle but ever so strong. The History Channel that takes us along. The quiet of forest, rain fallin' at dawn. That wonderful feel when a headache is gone. The scent of an orange. The softness of cat. Ladybugs, butterflies, creatures like that. A job to be done and the work that I love. Canada geese honkin' above. A red-coated stallion so brassy and brave. Red Maples and Oaks and the secrets I crave. The quiet of night, the softness of sleep. All are treasures that I must keep.
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