And there was goodness in the room. I looked at the goodness and checked to see if my roommate was looking too. He wasn’t. Did he see it. He didn’t. The goodness hung in the middle of the room. I took a long slow breath and breathed the goodness into my chest and held it there. I felt like individually asking everyone on earth if s/he was ok. I thought I’d better get started while I still had legs that were young. Read story here.
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