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Friday, February 4th, 2005
This morning, I stepped outside and saw this:
My own backyard. And I felt like I had swallowed a shot of joy. It coursed down my throat and into my stomach, and I smiled. The sun was shining – seems I haven’t seen the sun in 100 years, though it’s probably only been a week.
There’s nothing extra special about our backyard. No manicured English garden, no roses tangling together on a trellis. But in our backyard, there is sky and grass. There are new magnolias and old crepe myrtles. There is a brown rabbit, an orange cat, a broken-down fence.
Best of all, on this patch of land is us.