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Laugh at the one whose dime dinged a phone to screech: ‘What more could you possibly want?’

And I was so in want then.

But – thanks to the Friend – what do I lack? now love brims in my atom cups from which I drink toasts and give thanks as I turn my thoughts to our evening dinner of rice and fish. Rumi insists that is one way God’s Love looks.

My sweetlove approaches; he unseals my mouth with kisses.


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