I am continually grateful for the city that I live in, and the state that I am in. I am grateful for home and for my new home, for my family and for my heritage. For music and for my ears. I couldn't survive. I am grateful for my body and it's crazy ways; life is crazy. And it's absurd and complex, and it's simple and livable. I look out the window and it's beautifully windy, lights are about, but I can still see enough stars. There is a glow in my room, faint, and I have to rub my eyes, and I smell like everyone else. But I can smell enough of myself too. I can still smell myself. I am, therefore, grateful for my nose.
I am grateful to for living, and when I die, I am grateful that I was able to live.
I always forget.
I am grateful to for living, and when I die, I am grateful that I was able to live.
I always forget.
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