By Jennifer Brookins

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It doesn’t take much to be happy: a morning walk before the world wakes up, giant oaks singing to each another … poetry written on their bark, birds warble morning halleluiahs without peering into the morrow; infinitesimal grains of sand divinity-saturated. How can I not be happy when you gift so much?

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