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Silence speaks a thousand words

I've been back to living in my favorite city for almost three years now, and it just occurred to me that I've never made full use of my balcony.

So now I'm here, sitting right outside my door, tilting my chair back to ease the pressure on my bum, feeling the longed-for chill of a January evening.  At this time of the night the roads are no longer chaotic, and the city is almost at peace.

It is a rare moment of respite out of a very trying time.  It's moments like these that lend me that extra dose of strength that I needed.

Thank God for small miracles.


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