I am lounging on my sofa as late afternoon sunlight streams through my apartment windows. I'm reading my favorite blogs, the New York Times, and drinking tea in my bright orange caftan I had made in Nigeria from some cloth my Aunt gave me as a gift. My boyfriend is at our desk listening to jazz and geeking out and I just got off the phone with my best friend who I love like a sister who makes me laugh like no other.
I am having a quiet, "God, it feels good to be alive" moment.
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I love this post. And I love having those moments (thought, now that I think about it, I haven't had one in a long time).
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