Only A Choice Away

It is Saturday night. I’m sitting in the orangey glow of warm lamp light drinking wine at all levels. My soul is suspended in a state of catching its breath with joy and a quick twist of lemony apprehension for the bittersweet. I tell it that all is well and please choose the joy. And why not? It can only enhance my evening.

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