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Weaving a grateful path

I have nothing to say—at least that is what I’m typing at this very moment.

A wise editor once said to me, “Write about the most important thing first.”

I heed his wisdom. I have nothing important to write about.

My excuses for said nothingness, pathetic at best, are piled up and stuck to each other like the anti-inflammatory medicine capsules I accidentally knocked into the kitchen sink, slick-wet from a wash of dinner dishes.

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