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August 2013: Dear Grapevine

Tears of happiness poured down my face, like the rain.

Gray sky, happy heart
It’s a gloomy day here in Wisconsin. Raining now for two days. I was bleaching my sink this morning with my sad old blue rubber gloves. I stopped and stared out the window as I do almost every morning. No sign of the end of this storm. I set my coffee cup down, and realized it was only 6:40 a.m., and I was on my second cup already!

Suddenly tears of happiness poured down my face, like the rain, as I realized that this is what I do every day. This simple thing of waking up, doing the dishes and drinking coffee—it’s my normal now. It... Login to read more
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