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Writing is a discipline, one that often escapes me. This morning I attended a virtual writing's group. I found it hard to connect to the prompted subjects and in the end we were given a few minutes to write about gratitude. Here is what I wrote, Interpret as you will...
"Gratitude: We have survived and are still surviving this disconnected and uncomfortable fracture in our society. To be grateful, what does that mean? Does it mean being thankful for all the dark moment over the past two years where we have pulled ourselves out of the sludge of profound loneliness? Is it the light of supreme conflict that lead some down the path to realizations of dismantling bonds and rebuilding self-discovery? Is it the un-shadowed hatred, the reveal of imperfections or the phobia of the potential beauty in a nonviolent existence?"
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