I happened upon a pumpkin, plump and orange. Upon the ridged flesh, a black sharpie scrolled,
What are you grateful for?
I gave thought to all the replies others had written in passing…all varying messages of thanks for friends, family, coffee, Autumn…and my answer hit me…
I’m grateful for small glimpses of humanity, reminding me of the good, keeping hope alive.
E.A. O'Connell
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