(a record of happiness)
Don't worry, sooner or later I'll be home
red-cheeked from the roused wind.
I'll stand in the doorway
stamping my boots and slapping my hands
my shoulders
covered with stars.
-Mary Oliver, Walking Home from Oakhead
*I would have liked to have written a record of happiness but my kids are home on spring break and I
Beautiful -- all of it.
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