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Today my gratitude goes towards:
My stubborn hopeful past self who planted tomatoes even though I thought I was moving.
The magic time between 7 and 10pm when it's cool out but still bright and I can get lost in the garden.
Those bits of painted mountain corn that are resprouting.
The way one's mind can't sustain max intensity for more than 2 hours, so the worst will always fade if I find a way through that period.
Chance neighbour meetings.
My very good, very smart dog.
Corn.
My stubborn hopeful past self who planted tomatoes even though I thought I was moving.
The magic time between 7 and 10pm when it's cool out but still bright and I can get lost in the garden.
Those bits of painted mountain corn that are resprouting.
The way one's mind can't sustain max intensity for more than 2 hours, so the worst will always fade if I find a way through that period.
Chance neighbour meetings.
My very good, very smart dog.
Corn.
