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"I do believe in an everyday sort of magic...the inexplicable connectedness we sometimes experience with places, people, works of art and the like; the eerie appropriateness of moments of synchronicity; the whispered voice, the hidden presence, when we think we're alone." Charles de Lint
Sunday, September 23, 2018
Joy?
When your son texts you a comic from The New Yorker that he knows will make me smile. Yep...that's joy!
When your friend texts you a picture of mushrooms from Norway where she's visiting family. Yep...that's joy too!

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