Moments of beauty are still here. It is tempting, easy even, to get caught in the darkness of the political landscape. Although I don’t want to seem saccharine at such a dangerous time, but these gifts are here still. We forget to look around and be engaged by the beauty that is just as plentiful as the darkness. A moment of sun as the day ends; a sharp shadow that pierces a wall; the high soprano of a calling Coyote in the evening dark. These are the gifts of living.
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