when the clock strikes eleven eleven, i can't help but make a wish.
it feels like winter in texas.
finally!
i recieved three thank-you's in the mail today.
all for unrelated things
and boy am i glad those are popular again.
thank-you's i mean.
thank God for every breath thats in these lungs.
for every stone unturned
and the doors we have yet to open
for the renewal of our minds
the breaking of our hearts
and the healing of our hopes.
thank God for not seeing
but knowing.
all these lists of gifts
for[giving]
and
for[getting]
have we forgotten the true meaning of christmas?
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