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| "Barn at Dawn", oil, by Heidi Malott |
Today we had a glorious
spring morning in Mystic, and it made me actually feel a little glorious
myself. Honestly, I felt something like splendor inside me, almost as
magnificent as the sunshine spreading around the town. I’m in no way a
celebrity, but I felt somehow famous this morning, the way the fresh wind is
famous, the way the shining forsythias on our bushes are famous. There’s a
distinction in being alive on a morning like today’s. There’s majesty in making
an omelet, and greatness in going to the grocery store. Some of us praise the
Lord, and I praise the proud, impressive mornings in this regal world of ours.
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