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the instantaneous falling asleep
of a small cat

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In the midst of my grief I give thanks that I can cry without restraint or fear or guilt and it isn't about me.

joybook 20

James came home

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We smile at each other as we pass in the crowded aisle; this simple conspiracy restores faith and hope.

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comfort and joy

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New sketch book
Open road
Horizons wait

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And even if this isn't work and we are all here because we like to be here, there's still that end of term feeling, that breaking up for the holidays feeling, and all the fun of wishing each other well till next year.

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The big box thrill
Plunging into bubblewrapped treasures.

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The joy of being able to read words and travel to where they take me. Just that.  

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Knowing that I hadn't thrown that €5 note in the trash by mistake was so joyful that I quite forgot to shout at you for picking it up from the table without saying anything.

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....this secret joy of not having to do, smudged around the edges with a little dusting of obligatory guilt, but not enough, no not enough to eclipse these smiling eyes...

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Inhaling the green scent of artichokes, the precious ritual of their annual joybringing.

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To have friends to meet for coffee with, to laugh with, to feel silly with, to rant with, to make a date for next week with.

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Monday morning and the air is sparkling washed and clean and I'm alive. Yes, that feeling.

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Christmas tree lights
Work their eternal magic
Unwrapping childhood memories
Of mysterious parcels
And lumpy stockings

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Perfect leggings
Warm feet

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The day ahead unrolls.
A magic carpet.

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We sit
Fingers linked
A smile-off

joybook 4

Pouring the ink
Inhaling the aroma of its promise
Five leaves of bamboo

joybook 3

.....biting off great mouthfuls of gloriously blue sky