When you get to the end of a long blurry day, and you're not entirely sure what it was that you loved because you didn't even really have a second to look, so you take a moment to think and see, it was all the heart connecting: The morning date just with yourself, your thoughts and reading and work spread out across your lap, chairs, table accompanied by the newly favored Americano; the student come to spread her project out over your office floor, doing her work while you do yours, and you leave her for the meeting and she leaves you notes; the birthday-celebrating friend with whom you sit and talk about the seasons you are in and you hear the Word of Peace for him and smile once again to know His Heart is so so Kind; the living room gathering then with all of the friends, the smiles wide and the available eyes and the talking out of the Real real things.
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