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It comes to me in fits and starts,

tonight I read, and I’m just awash in the author’s wisdom.

I think about tomorrow, and it is not as bad as what yesterday’s, yesterday seemed to be.

I even think I can look at tomorrow, and even the oncoming winter with a different eye.

It took the simple things, like always, and remembering.

Procrastination is an act of loneliness, and I am not as alone as I thought.