I stepped outside into the cool night air before getting ready for bed tonight, looked up, and saw a wonderous sight. The moon is bright orange--a result of the fires in California.
The fires are horrendous, but the picture is stunning. Another example of how grace is oftentimes born from tragedy. Thank you. Especially thank you for thinking of me when I know you've been feeling rather blah. I'm touched.
*I'm pleased to note that this moon isn't too bright to sleep under. =) I know, I know, we'll see what Friday brings when it's full. xoxo
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My brain has processed love and gratitude.
The fires are horrendous, but the picture is stunning. Another example of how grace is oftentimes born from tragedy. Thank you. Especially thank you for thinking of me when I know you've been feeling rather blah. I'm touched.
*I'm pleased to note that this moon isn't too bright to sleep under. =) I know, I know, we'll see what Friday brings when it's full. xoxo
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